Monday was a time of the week that started, Monday was another day, Monday was a song.
Gone are the days of sleepless nights and groggy mornings, but for those that know, Blue Monday was a place in my heart that only I knew.
Telling the world that I am who I am, and my life is endless, as we all grow old and whimper, to a Schism that is minute in the void of space and time.
So all I say now is Goodbye Blue.
From time to time, you like to read, and this is no object of either the physical or digital.
You either like to turn the pages and like the feel of a book, or you, like me, like to tap to turn to the next page.
But if we did not have any written media to read, would we just try to cope with being illiterate? And what if we did not also discover how to write? We would only rely on people telling stories that would digress during storytelling. In which the plot and twist would never be the same. And for one person to know one by heart would mean another would also recall the same story but in different details.
