The bathroom corridor

 The bathroom corridor made of thick concrete and plaster walls
A light blue glossy and drippy coat of paint
Corridors that turned suddenly zig zagging
Like a labyrinth that continued on

On the way through these corridors one couldn't find the bathroom itself
There was no urinal or toilet, nor a shower or bath
The corridor kept turning issuing a species of disorientation
The small light bulbs illuminating the pale blue color of the plaster

There is no hope of actually arriving into the bathroom itself
The echo of one's own footsteps, the eyes addiction to paint drops
Lumpy inconsistencies in the walls surface the eyes could not avoid
Leading to further disorientation and a strange disquieting confusion