...or The Wall of Piss?
From time to time I would branch out to the IBM tower after lunch to sit on a bench next to this wall-fountain. It's so peaceful and quiet here despite the closeness to one of the busiest streets in Atlanta. I would flip through a magazine, or write down a couple of thoughts in my notebook, or just sit quietly, thinking about nothing. The problem is in a short while the sound of the falling water starts disturbing a certain nerve in my brain, which sends its signal downwards. A big cup of diet coke at lunch doesn't help the case either. There are no public toilets on the streets of Atlanta, so I have to get up and rush to the office. On that sorry note my idyllic after-lunch break ends.
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