In college I remember there was a building not a lot of stuff was in but still sort of in the middle of campus. A lot of pathways to various areas went through some of the floors but on the highest floor nobody really went through. It was so peaceful and solitary in there. Well, maybe not peaceful. It felt a little eerie because of how abandoned it felt. But that was definitely my go to if I felt unwell and I was nearby.
I’ve often that about that if I could design a house, I’d have a room just like this. Like there would be a section of the house that was tower like and the only way to get to the room at the top would be to take an exterior balcony-like-staircase from the second floor to the room in question - the sole room on the “third floor”.
There’s just something about a room like that that makes it fell so isolated, peaceful and serene. And the exterior access makes it feel like a little adventure getting there. Like if the weather were bad you might opt not to go there because it would mean gearing up to make the trip.
I want to build a house that has stairs that go nowhere and a bunch of hidden passages and rooms that only makes sense if you live there
I’ve fantasized about this.
I had some friends who actually DID build a secret room behind a bookshelf, where they had their home theatre or something like that I forget (they were more like close cowore of my wife than my own friends, but they were super nice).
Ah, the Winchester Mystery House approach
i used to as part of my weekend job working in an old hospital have to walk the breadth of it and at some point decided that i would try to use every single bathroom in the place. Over the course of months i found many cool nooks and quiet bathrooms but i never finished the mission because i found the PERFECT bathroom.
in the middle of an access hallway, up some narrow stairs, was a dead-end office. The only entrance was this one stairwell. Sun-facing windows looked out over the roof of the building and west, shining in on a bank of training computers. smell of warm dust and absolute quiet.
someone knew of it, cuz there was always toilet paper, but in my many trips to that special place i never saw a soul. Something about that place i can’t describe to you, the vibe, the feel. it was perfect. I abandoned my efforts to find better and instead would walk past other open bathrooms just to use that one again.
I still think about that room sometimes. Never been paid to poo in a better one.
I did computer work in an old hospital and there was a secret bathroom in the basement near the server room but it was terrifying because it was used to store CPR dummies so if you wanted to poop in there you’d have a dozen open mouthed elderly torsos staring at you.
Hot
that’s where you can find the BFG in this early level
I have badly needed a shit all day but I work outdoors. Unfortunately not quite outdoors enough, though. Two more hours to go, or thereabouts, wish me luck and sphinctoral fortitude.
The factory I work at has a bathroom like that. Most of the place is loud and noisy as hell. One place is quiet. Quiet enough to where you could remove your earplugs. There is a bathroom there that always has its lights off. Nobody else uses it. THAT is my “secret” throne.
What is this picture from lmao
The stairs are part of an art installation at the Kongresshaus in Biel, Switzerland. “Beautiful steps number two” was created in 2009 for an exhibition. The artists told the website Snopes the stairs and doors are not functional, and the steps are not meant to support real people.
Only fake people take those stairs…
That’s what they want you to think. Otherwise, all the tourists would be taking their shits on Tiktok in this “hidden gem”.
Yeah, just walking out the first door is enough for me to not need the toilet anymore… Definitely new pants tho.
Alternative implication is you simply shat down for assertive dominance but with you pants fully removed like some maniac and then accidentally dropped those pants in a semi-ironic twists.
I can even hear you silently say “oh-no” as it happend.
“Oh, no. Mah pants.”
