Monday, Monday, Monday. How the wheel of time turns. How it grinds and grates and smudges. Here we are again, back at the beginning. Seven day cycles. Cartwheeling through a dimension we can barely comprehend.
I’m tempted to quote Macbeth. Tomorrow and tomorrow creeps on this petty pace. It’s funny because my daughter is reading this play in her high school English class and it’s a big part of Barry’s first season on HBO, which I am rewatching as I watch the final season at the same time. It’s helpful since it’s been so many years between seasons.
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