La stanza da bagno

The book elevates everyday routines to philosophical musings, which feels both playful and profound. I'm curious what motivated this choice and how it shapes the overall narrative.

The way the story zooms in on simple actions made me question how much meaning we assign to daily habits. Am I the only one who's now more aware of my own routines?

Toussaint's sparse prose creates a quiet introspection. Do you think this style enhances or diminishes the depth of the themes?