Is it Sunday? Is the weekend I never knew was here really over? Is time stopping…Or am I…Slowing down?
Minutes bleed to puddles of days; the sense of time here is befuddling. My head hurts behind my eyes recalling the hours spent so carelessly. A full stomach means food went in, doesn’t it? Eyes closing mean the day was long, or hasn’t yet begun. What happened to the clock inside of me, it worked once and well. It doesn’t matter anyway. Today, just another day gone. Tomorrow, today again.
Reminds me of an old joke, you know what tomorrow is? Monday. You know what the day after tomorrow is? 6 more days ‘till Monday.
Welcome to the cradle of civilization. Take a number and wait.
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