scuffed tender_square this car hasn't been cleaned since it was driven off the lot. and i suppose that, for two years of debris making a home in the floor mats, it could look a lot worse. paper towels wet with water pick up dust and decomposed gnats. the interior doors are scuffed with smears i can't buff out no matter the muscle. the vacuum coughs rather than sucks. i don't know why it's so critical at this juncture to be hunched over these seats like a clumsy magician trying to make crumbs and threads of hair, sand and pebbles and dirt disappear. in our dreams, the vehicles we drive represent our own; what does it convey in reality? and why am i crestfallen that i can't restore this interior back to brand new. why would i want to? 230724 what's it to you? who go blather from