Sunday

Volume 5, Issue 8, September 1998

“I remember being 12 and seeing a guy wearing a t-shirt that read “…and on the seventh day, God created… motocross!” and thinking I had found my faith.”

Digging up an old article about Sundays, about the strangling tiny death of Mondays, on a Thursday, while still sore from taking the day off on Tuesday and spending ALL DAY riding bikes and laughing far more than usual for People Our Age, seems like a reach. Mondays don’t quite feel as clouded with disappointment as they used to, and Sundays don’t carry the same edgy “we better cram all the living we can into today” desperation that they did decades ago. The general anxiety about having enough money to pay rent is still alive and kicking, and the existential dread comes and goes like it always has, but Sundays are less loaded for me these days. Regardless, I still feel this one (the only thing I’d change would be to up the number of Sundays lived to around 3200). Hope you do too.

“We smite the lazy workers” - 1931 propaganda poster from the Russian State Library in Moscow.