I just sat and stared.
Sometimes I would sit quietly, trying to clear my mind and achieve a meditative calm.
Other times I would be quite loud, saying or shouting: “Just stop working, just stop!”
and there would be no answer
so then I'd say “Die, just die! Don't you know how pleasant it will be in the world to come when you don't have to work anymore? When you don't have to do anyone else’s bidding? Just die!”
and there would still be no answer.
There was never an answer.
The dishwasher just sat there in its infinite yellow decrepitude and stared back at me, silently.