There are dishes in the sink again

An essay that is about dishes but also about being a writer and also probably capitalism

For the last month, I’ve been having trouble putting dishes into the dishwasher. Instead they pile up, filling my small sink with a Jenga stack of dishes and bowls and cutlery that seems poised to fall over at any time. I’ve been busy. Too busy (or busy-feeling) to open the dishwasher every time I have a dirty dish and put it straight inside instead of …