WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING
You have been living in a day that never closes.
There used to be edges: a dusk, a day of rest, a closing time after which the shop was shut and so, blessedly, were you. The Ovurwurld removed all of them. The inbox is open at midnight; the feed doesn't end; Sunday feels like a quieter Wednesday. Work bled into evening, evening into the phone, and it all became one long, faintly glowing Tuesday that never finishes.
Every hour is a work hour now. Ceremony isn't nostalgia. It's the counter-offer.
