Monday, November 5, 2018

Fridays had lost their meaning

Monday, November 5, 2018

"This was the fourth day of rain, Friday afternoon, and a conditioned part of him submitted to end-of-the-week lassitude, even if Fridays had lost their meaning. Hard to believe that reconstruction had progressed so far that clock-watching had returned, the slacker’s code, the concept of weekend. It had been a humdrum couple of days, reaffirming his belief in reincarnation: everything was so boring that this could not be the first time he’d experienced it. A cheerful thought, in its way, given the catastrophe."

~Colson Whitehead, Zone One: A Zombie Novel With Brains, 2011 

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