Compilation of the Previous Prompts (Dirty Dishes) - Day 17 of the 5 Minute Freewrite

Colonnata's lard, a specialty from tuscany - Italy.

Here I am, back from a trip in an ever sunny, yet obscure, island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. In these days I had the possibility to gather my thoughts and think about the gorgeous @mariannewest 's freewrite initiative. Almost for 10 intense minutes.

During this long moment of deep spiritual research, I received an enlightened vision (I guess it was between Ryanair's lottery ticket sale and the sale of the unique Ryanair's diapers for adults): the freewrite's nature is the one of a wild and free flow of thoughts, @improv style.

Hence, not being an English mother-tongue (I, myself, think, speculate, mind-masturbate, conjecture and swear in Italian), I will write the 5 minutes in Italian as they come; thereafter, the nice bullshit coming out will be translated in English - as if it deserves it!. Let's go.

If you wash the dirty clothes in Arno, what does it happen to the dirty dishes? Crusted dishes, carved over the thousand discussions during those meals, now never ending, now too short. Colourful encrustations, drawings of treasure maps between the voluptuous membranes of snake-shaped relatives relations. A boa constrictor's snares with the face of the Michelin Man. Its face is the apotheosis of the serial killer, not without reason it represents the reincarnation of Gozer the Destructor. Dirty Dishes. Dirty clothes. Dirty rooms to be cleaned. Everything gets dirty, everything gets cleaned, then it gets dirty again in an infinite spiral. When will I find the room that never gets dirty? Perhaps isn't it better the room that never gets clean? A happy irreverent dirt, laughing at the housewives sweating, gripped by OCD. I wonder how much time we spend to clean in our life..maybe 10 years if we sum even the small little cleaning gestures?
Back to those dishes, in those mysterious maps how many things I lost.