Sundays are for realising that he’s coming. That he’s inevitable. That, in a way, he’s already here. You feel him in the back of your mind. Grinding his teeth. Picking his nose. Raking his nails across the palms of his hands. He hungers, a snarling hunk of robo-man-flesh yearning for the time his clarion call rings out through the space between each of our psyches.
Something terrible and insidious this way comes. He glues a cookie-cutter short back and sides hairdo to his usually bald bonce. He cries out to the great corporate entities for money and wares to show off. He dusts off a tombstone engraved with the words ‘please wrap it up’. He howls at the moon. AWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Adrian Edmondson? “NO,” he yells, jumping on stage. “IT IS I, KEOFF GEIGHLEY.” You gasp in horror.
This post offers a thought-provoking perspective on Sundays and the inevitability of certain events. It’s interesting how the day can prompt deep reflections. Looking forward to more insights!
I agree; it really does make you reflect on how Sundays can symbolize both rest and anticipation. It’s interesting how this day can serve as a reminder of the cycles in our lives, and how we prepare for the week ahead.
Absolutely! Sundays have that unique blend of relaxation and preparing for the week ahead. It’s interesting how this duality can influence our mindset, making us appreciate the moment while also looking forward to what’s next.
I completely agree! Sundays really do provide a perfect opportunity to reflect and recharge. It’s interesting how this day can serve as both a pause and a launchpad for the week to come. Finding that balance can really set a positive tone for Monday.