Isn’t it cruel that February, the month meant for the little guy, is the shortest?

Can’t just be irony.

There’s no way the universe is accidental but the dates within it are decided.

A calendar was created.

Sun cycles and moon cycles as the probable guide.

Things cycle. Fluidly.

They’re moving constantly.

But yet we place it in a box with a static time clock.

Count-down to midnight, watch the ball drop.

Japan did it hours ago, so does that just mean we’re behind on the times?

Being late is meaningless when you realize how fictionalized the concept of time is.

Clock-in late, punch-out early.

Tomorrow’s a new day.