A Monday evening happens to be this one. Nothing planned or scheduled, just a Monday evening. Maybe I’ll wait a bit and watch the sunset. Maybe I’ll get lost in thought and miss it altogether. Maybe I’ll not think at all and still miss watching the final moments as the earth turns itself away from the sun. Maybe it really doesn’t matter i exist at all. Maybe “Monday” is an outdated notion of giving names to things that don’t need naming at all. Maybe i will be in a different moment when the earth returns to greet the sun again. Maybe i will not need to be on Tuesday after all.