7:33 PM

I feel the thud of my feet against the wet grass. My breathing aligns with the nocturnal insects welcoming the night. I’m running from — or to something. I’m unsure of how far or where.

I remember… It’s Monday

Every Monday I take inventory. There are thousands of years to unpack, hundreds of lives lived.

One minute and thirty eight seconds to ponder immortality.

JJ McGill·
8 min
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