"this kind of shoe needs one more cleaning after it dries up..."

I have no idea what this is. Apparently, it was a draft saved from some years ago. Here's all I had. I don't think I should continue.


This combination of words has probably never been uttered, in this order at least, ever before in all of human history. We don't know for sure, but I think its safe to say that this sentence at least merits a post all by itself.
When asked what I understand when I read this line again, it seems to me that the speaker (who is still scrubbing away as we speak) is trying to get rid of something. It may not necessarily be the brown residue on the clothy-type shoe, it could well be a symbolic or a metaphorical spot that she is trying to get out.
It seems more like as if she has done her job by cleaning the shoe but is still not satisfied and feels that the shoe has to go through the procedure for her to feel that there is nothing left from her side...
"Have you ever heard of Macbeth," I ask.
"No, but I would to know why you are referring to the name at this moment," comes the reply.
"Read the play and you will know," I say, trying to close the subject.

What else is there?

It's been a while.
Three years, in fact.
A lot has changed.
Everything remains the same.

I usually don't end up back here unless things have REALLY gone South.

Losing the will to string together coherent sentences was the first indicator. Ever since I broke the arm, the will to write has evaporated from my bones faster than paraffin on a warm day. It's getting bad now.

I think I need to lock myself away for a year with hundreds of books, just to get my brain back.

On the human front, all resistance is futile.
I have resigned to a life of alone-dom.
They're all married now. Every last one of them. Anyone I've ever talked about here. Even the ones who said they'd never do it.

Ever.

In a crowded place, I have never felt more alone.
A vacant space, that I no longer wish to call home.
People may come and people may go
The whiskey stains on the coffee table keep score.

What else is there?