So, today is sunday (the worst day of the week), the day where one has all the free time to do what ever one pleases, but there seems to be this air rising, an air of nothingness, an air where you know there's nothing one can do even though you have the time.
One is usually plagued by the sorrows of not having enough time, of being pressured constantly by the unrelenting hits of the click, an uphill battle against an infinitely flowing river where no matter how much you try, you can never overcome such a foe, except on Sundays; On Sundays one has all that time, the full 24 hours for one to do as he pleases but... strangely there's motivation for nothing.
You find yourself attempting to find some friends to hang out with once you've gathered up the might you needed to pick up the phone but it seems you and your wishes to do are lonesome in this semi-apocalyptic moment, you know the day is just wasting away, but you find nothing and no one to do anything with.
Finally, defeated, you go to watch a movie you really don't want to see, by yourself, just to kill this precious time which in the past would've served you so dearly, in the same situation as everyone else whom you called, unknowingly all in the same theater, pitifully all together, yet so alone.
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