Borderlands
It is Friday. In my working years, every week had a frontier. The near border was Monday, the starting line where one accelerates to “get ahead.” What in the name of sanity did the intention of “getting ahead” mean? The relativity of everything was unnoticed, I was enthralled with what I had written, my to-do list.
Even so, assuming others who play (competitors) are subscribers to the hyper-competition of capitalism, did I have any choice? Really? Play the one game or die. Is anything more to be said?
As I said it is Friday. The far border of another week has been crossed.
We need a tune do we not? I mean an anthem and a banner, under which we move in time, together we approach the weekend. A Sort Of Homecoming by U2 released in 1984
