“But what seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else.” (Haruki Murakami, After Dark)
Morning comes without permission. It comes with news as a pseudo beginning that’s truthfully inherited from yesterday. Morning lies when you cooperate and say, “No news is good news,” having your toast with cheese, chewing it 33 times before you swallow, and 11 minutes later rushing for office. Morning comes as a repetition. Like a feeling that’s gone at 10 am then coming back again at 9pm.