The day I was born. 9 am. Don’t know why, but I was never curious what day of the week it was on. Somehow, I was surprised it was a Thursday. Not because I expected a different day, but because I didn’t expect any day. It always seemed like an abstraction, just knowing the date. Knowing it was a Thursday gives it texture that i can grasp.
Thursday, February 28, 1980
The day I was born. 9 am. Don’t know why, but I was never curious what day of the week it was on. Somehow, I was surprised it was a Thursday. Not because I expected a different day, but because I didn’t expect any day. It always seemed like an abstraction, just knowing the date. Knowing it was a Thursday gives it texture that i can grasp.