“This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as […]

We don’t post bathroom stall graffiti often, but when we do, it’s an exception. Witness this angsty carving, spotted—where else?—in Butler: