Scrub, dunk, rinse, repeat.
Scrub, dunk, rinse, repeat.
A mundane task embedded in the depths of our souls.
Scrub the body, dunk it in the cleansing waters, rinse to purify,
repeat when the world stains you, or you blacken yourself
with your senseless sin. Tradition as old as the dawn of time.
Humanity induces messiness in its drive for perfection
on its surroundings and on itself. Clean up, try again, a cyclical cycle.
Yet, when the cycle is forgotten and the cleansing never starts,
how long until the dishes pile up?
How long until it overflows?
How long until it falls apart?
Rinse and repeat.
Rinse and repeat.
Rinse and repeat.
They continue, because who has time to care about the world’s state
or one more dirty plate?