Oh maybe, if you don’t quite get me yet, maybe it seems like an exaggeration, a bit overblown, to compare the decaying state of my kitchen to a descent into brutality, madness, inhumanity, cannibalism, and horror.
Foolish mortal. It is exactly the same.
You had a peek at the kitchen when we moved in.
In what I will now consider my kitchen’s golden age, it looked like this
When all the boxes were delivered, it looked like this
Yesterday morning it looked like this
This morning it looked like this
I just can’t think straight when the kitchen is a mess. All those dishes and inexplicable piles of chaos seem to hook into my brain and throw my whole head off balance. That very last box in the middle? It’s labeled “Junk“.
PS – You are not at all concerned that my spice drawer looks like this, are you?