128 An Endless Tu-dey In Mediocrity

It was a world created for the sake of the word 'today'. As a result, the words 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' lost their original meaning.

Yesterday, tomorrow, and today. The beginning of one was the ending of none. Such was the will of the people.

Written the same way. Spoken the same way. Discerned the same way.

Shattered pieces of glass melted into sand. His mind had come undone like rainbow confetti that'd turned into grey-matter-spaghetti in his pursuit for, well…

The twilight sun had melted him down into a bubbling puddle of sand over the course of a billion and one 'to-days'. What remained of him couldn't be considered 'him' anymore, the one who had initially found himself stuck in an endlessly looping version of his hometown.

Around the one hundred millionth 'tu-dey', the poor fool had finally drawn his last breath.