I once had a roommate who would wash her dishes to “it’s all coming back to me now” every night. She said it was long enough to get through all the dishes. Getting to put on a good song and zone out on some manual labor to end the day
no podcast, no music, nothing. just you, warm soapy water, and your dirty dishes from last night. byung-chul han writes that time has a scent when it has duration. for me, that scent this morning was dawn dish soap.
