I ordered this because in our new house I actually have a bathtub and wall where these amazing tentacles can go. It's like filling the house with dreamy landscapes -- now if I could only find a way to bring my computer into the tub with me. I may have to go old school and write my novels in a note book while adding hot water every fifteen minutes or so.
And speaking of the bath, read this gorgeous and sensual poem, "The Loneliness of Men Bathing," by Mary Campbell in The Paris Review. Here is a bit to whet your appetite (yeah...pun intended.)
"No one bothers to imagine men in baths.
None of us sitting home alone
On a dull, rainy evening
Thinks of the nude male body
Half-floating, eyes closed, in scented water
Littered with petals, loosening himself
Into the liquid grace of muscular abandon,
One arm perhaps draped over the bath’s edge
Beckoning unconsciously, the left hand
Drawing a long, slow line along
The silkened, opened, underwater skin
Of an upper thigh until it reaches
Tactile complications at the loins
And just gets lost..."
