Sometimes Everything Just Looks Like a Big Pile of Nope
I am one of those people who can take a clean sink and counter and do this to it over the course of half a day. I don't even cook, really.
When I'm in a certain frame of mind, I look at something like this and feel hopeless, as though this is the one true proof I needed that human life is primarily a relentless, Sisyphean struggle against the chaos of relatively meaningless minutiae.
I should just learn to sit very still and hire someone else to make my coffee and toast.