Whirlpool

You know you’ve hit a new kind of low when you’re sitting in the bath tub watching the water slowly siphoning down the drain and you feel like a god every time you dip the tip of your pinky finger into the tiny twister that erupts from the drain to make it spontaneously disappear into the rest of the water around it. Naked and cross-legged, the whole world stops for those few seconds between the moment your pinky breaks the water and the millisecond it takes the tornado to end. Control is literally at your fingertips and it is wasted over and over again until the spiral of water gets larger and larger and then completely dissolves down the dark drain and into cold pipes, taking it far, far away from you and your superhuman pinky finger.