And the sink is clogged with sweaty dishes again.

The same interminable battle between antiseptics and life.

As if there were no longer any rhyme or reason to the monthly purges of mold and mildew.

I am just a cog in the great machine of death. And I have come for the slimes and slops of my decrepit china.

An inheritance of filth incubated by my privilege and lazy deferment.

May I liquidate my assets and become a glob of goo.