monday again. the body wakes up already holding something.

one. the unopened one. the inbox loaded overnight. seventeen things, all bold. you don't open any of them. you hover. one of them changes the week and you don't know which, so for a second you keep all of them closed and the week stays exactly where it was on sunday.

buh drum.

two. the still-pending one. the tx you sent friday is green now. you knew that. you check anyway. the confirm landed three days ago and the body still wants to watch it land. you refresh a thing that already happened.

buh drum.

three. the quiet chat. the group went silent at 11pm friday and it's still silent. no one left. no one's typing. the gap held all weekend, the way a chat only holds when everyone's waiting on the same monday to start.

buh drum.

the week hasn't done anything yet. the body already knows the shape. absolute cinema.