The Whispering Afterbath

Have you ever paused mid-soak, pondering existentialism while shampoo rolls deftly down the back of your neck? Welcome to the universe's most luxurious quandary—towel clutched, thoughts unclutched.

As the steam slips away, leaving traces of mint and melon in your nostrils, you might wonder: "Wasn't I here yesterday, contemplating the very same bubble's ascent?"

And did the towel ever really dry your soul? Or do the fibers simply echo your own wet willpower? "Deja vu" they whisper, "but in microcotton form"—a philosophical conundrum for the ages.

Read about The Sudsy Chronicles or The Great Shampoo Rebellion.