what remains of the day?

coming home after work, Lan, already craving the nab game of Cavs vs pacers, quickly changed: clothes on the outside, but changed too was his frame of mind. He made no bustle on his way home, and simply breezed through his routine of getting home robotically and without thought. After the noise is all but quiet, and the people gone, does he return to his humanly manners. More than the nba, he craves time on his hands. It’s a widely known fact that the first 16 hours of the day are not his – He spends the first 7 getting ready for the next 8. And by then it would be 5 p.m. already. Like for Mr Stevens, the evening is the best part of the day; indeed, the remains of the day is like a sweet aftertaste, the rainbow after the rain, the reward after the hero’s journey. 

Today’s trip back to the ordinary world was a bit different and difficult. He thought much today of Ryanne, the new coworker that he met today. Unfortunately the boss has decided to relocate her to another store for her two weeks of training. He remembers her voice but somehow forgot his face and even how her name was pronounced. Was it Rye-anne? Ree-anne? All that he remembers is that she was half-chinese and a goodbye that seemed too hasty for two weeks of disappearance. He regrets that he did not sleep well enough last night to remember. The rain seemed to agree, slamming into the window of the train that he looked out from, into a sprawl of arduous apartment complexes. 

He turns on the TV, the weather channel projects that tomorrow, the weather will be the same. It’s the magic of the midwestern summer. It’s hard to comprehend why the day and night are literally different as night and day. 

These slumps made it so that his hours of recovery, the remains of his day felt less like a reward, but more like a mandatory rest for this restless machinely body that carries his being through the mud. After the 8 hours comes another 9 that, invariably, is spent in some ways like one does when he is positioned in a vast desert under the stormy clouds. Just that way. 7, 8, 9. 7,8,9. Day after day night after night year after year.