There is something you should know about today.
So many things can mark a day, but you know this, of course. Tone. Mood. Play. Work. Weather.
Unmarked by anything memorable, they pass. Enjoyed or tolerated or endured. Whatever.
And then there are days like today. Hopefully, at the end of your life, you will be able to count their number and it will be mercifully small. A day that n'a pas lieu d'être. A day that does not have the place to be, the room to exist. Which is exactly why you will remember it so clearly. Despite its dissonance and impossibility, it is here. Bookmarked for life.
A day when you can only accept all or nothing but are not allowed that luxury. Never before have you understood the privilege and comfort of extremes like you do today. Because they have never been further from what is available to you.