After the weekend, I always feel so well rested, relaxed, transposed from the present into...somewhere quite unlike the present, the current. I just feel like a different version of myself. Until I cringe when I remember that I have to go to work and be in the present and I am aware, hoping for an escape.
This happens anywhere I live. It's not a momentary feeling because of my current habitation. It's just maybe the Sunday blues the eve of Monday. But here it's more like facing the outside. And that outside says this is you and this is where I live now.
That is my present, my current, that is what I spend all weekend trying to transpose from.
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