Day 10 of 2026
“Suspended Hours Between Work and Rest”
Overheard at the hardware store, paint aisle, Saturday 11:40 AM:
"No, the ochre one. Not that— the one
that looks like July if you squint."
"They're all July."
"Exactly. That's the whole problem.
We're painting a room, not a feeling."
"..."
"Okay. Maybe a feeling.
But a structured feeling. Like a calendar."
"A calendar isn't a feeling."
"A blank calendar is."