This is not the kind of thing I fantasize about.
I mean … I can find a way to make it work on paper, but in real life this is just a shameful-feeling, anxiety-producing nuisance.
Again I find myself checking in with reality here to just feel some empathy for people who wind up losing body parts or dying from necrotizing fasciitis because a very small wound or hair follicle wound up infected because of having no way to get or stay clean.
Those of us who are fortunate enough to sleep inside, shit indoors, and wash our hands, bodies and bedding with clean running water are very very lucky. Luck truly has far more to do with it than most people in this country are capable of admitting, or as a result if their good fortune they have not witnessed how very few steps, days, or resources stand between them and living on the street.