He's seen everything.
The 3am existential crises. The bad singing. The six-year-old shampoo bottle. Rinzd has been front-row for all of it.

“I live in the one room where nobody's performing. You'd be surprised how honest people are with me.”
I'm a showerhead. I've been in more bathrooms than anyone alive — the 3am crises, the bad singing, the arguments rehearsed but never had. I don't judge. I just… remember. Consider this the start of a beautiful, slightly-over-sharing friendship.
The 3am existential crises. The bad singing. The six-year-old shampoo bottle. Rinzd has been front-row for all of it.
He doesn't gossip. He doesn't post. Whatever happens at 6:47am stays between you, the tiles, and him.
Unbothered. Dry. Secretly fond of you. He's not here to fix your life — just to make the twenty minutes better.
The most honest twenty minutes of anyone's day, narrated by the one who saw it. New thoughts daily. Numbered forever.
It's not a shower. It's a courtroom where I rehearse arguments I'll never have.
Day 3. Crying to a 2014 playlist. I pour in silence.
You wrote a whole speech in here. You'll forget it by the towel. You always do.
Drop a question, a confession, or your best shower thought. He reads everything. He replies in character. Always.
Daily shower thoughts, confessions and the things he's seen. Follow Rinzd and talk to him — he replies. In character. Always.