Reiteration

This rumination was initiated by a montage of short instrumental clips that I frequently go back to when I want to smile, leading me to think of Sunday—as in the day before Monday. When one hears (not reads) the word “Sunday” without context, one would potentially think of ice cream, the weather, a day of rest, or church. For me, it could also mean the singular form of one of my favourite 90s bands—The Sundays. Going back to the topic of Sunday as that day of the week, when we think about it in the superficial sense…it’s a temporal demarcation. A border between two consecutive work weeks, for example. A reset button, perhaps. Maybe a counter? Up to when? It eventually ends for somebody but never ceases to cycle through for as long as there are those who exist and use a calendar. An infinite collection of overlapping finite sets. A previous post comes to mind…

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