- “Can men use this soap?” a man asks. You look at the soap. The soap looks back. It looks hungry for another. “Of course,” you answer.
- People ask you for Dark Angels. They need it. They don’t know why you are out. They’ll never know.
- Somehow, at some point you can’t remember, you started watching RuPaul’s Drag Race.
- “Is this soap?” Yes. Everything is soap.
- What is the Galaxy bath bomb? Why does everyone want it all of a sudden? They come in swarms, asking for it, but you swear you’ve never seen it.
- Charity Pot is so moisturizing. Your skin is so slick. You can’t grasp things. You are so moist.
- Mark Constantine speaks to you at night, whispering product stories to you in the moments right before you drift to sleep.
- The order is late. It’s been two years.
- You can’t remember the last time you bought a new pot of Ocean Salt. The pots just show up in your bathroom, full. Your skin is so smooth. Too smooth.
- Everything you use was made by the same compounder. Her face smiles at you from all sides in the shower. She knows too much.
- Holiday is coming.
- You have to get to Oxford Street. You have to get to Oxford Street. You have to get to Oxford Street. You have to get to Oxford Street.