Black letters stamped on the door read "MEN. " As I enter the place, the bare porcelain fixtures stare at me blank and expressionless, sweating with tiny droplets of moisture. The place is cold and stagnant, like something out of the last century...
"Impressions of John,"
Sketch: Vol. 39
, Article 13.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol39/iss2/13