Sunday Evening

Sunday Evening after such an eventful weekend feels like a letdown. Television has nothing to inspire you. The internet offers little of worth. In this state you’d usually watch porn, but what is the pleasure of porn when you have memories of the weekend still fresh?

You don’t need your palm. You don’t need images of women you’ll never meet. You have memories of women you very much know, you’ve very much fucked.

You head to bed early, just so you can revel in dreams that relive the weekend.