I have no doubt that many others have been finding this since the world went into lockdown some 12 odd months ago but the week has become the temporal equivalent of the endless belt.
I mean I’m hard pressed, on any given day, to tell you what the actual day is, if it weren’t for Google Calendar’s desperate grip on my life, I’d struggle to distinguish my Monday from my Wednesday.
I mean hump day doesn’t even exist anymore because it’s just a rolling hump, one that we never ever manage to traverse.
Nowadays, what used to be the weekend (I think they were called Saturday and Sunday) is just another excuse to do more shit. There is no change, no room for a break, just more time to fill.
The Italian’s have a word — ‘Distacco’ it means detachment.
I need to get back to a world where that word doesn’t just have meaning in my life, but purpose too.