Some people would say Mondays suck. It’s the start of the working week, it marks the end of the weekend hence the start of the loop work – home – work.
On the other hand, Mondays mark a beginning. I suppose many of you out there had started a sentence, or several sentences such as “I will start doing … on Monday.” But there is another point of view.
The grey monster.
This is the way I see my condition. A way to rationalize it, to separate it from myself.
I watched a movie past weekend called “Daybreakers”. Nothing fancy, just the end of the world, vampires and some poor humans suffering.
But it had a certain point of view that was unique. When it was night-time and a vampire was there, the movie was black and white. When it was daytime (rare) and a human was there, the movie was in color.
One can give a reason for the director using this technique, or many.
Vampires=Soulless monsters=No colors=No feelings… etc.
But it is not my point. After all, meaning is for each and everyone to give, regardless of its existence. Something like “Schrodinger’s Cat”, it’s either there or it isn’t, depends if you want to give a meaning or not.
I want, but that’s for another entry.
My point is the “greyness”. An entity that’s inside me, consuming colors. Feasting on feelings and pleasures. Replaces everything with shades of grey. So I can’t differentiate time at work from time with friends. Time to rest and time to spend doing maths. Time alone and time with my son.
All feel the same. All seem the same. No sense of continuum or purpose. No sense of rest. Just time after time after time.
That’s what my “Grey Monster” does. Devours colors, feelings and purpose. Takes away meaning.
So either Monday or Friday, it makes no difference.
don’t know if I can continue.