About Not Tuesday

the out-of-office sunsets.

the blurry parking lot haikus.

the 4:30 a.m. moon conspiracies.

it’s a feeling.

a timestamp.

a glitch in the algorithm that somehow knows you too well.

we make visual objects and word-things that try to name what’s hard to name—

those fleeting scenes that slip through your camera roll but live forever in your head.

somewhere between a memory and a message, between old denim and new light.

Not Tuesday isn’t a day of the week.

it’s the one that got away.

and the one you’re trying to become.

but it’s also a scrapbook.

and a broadcast.

and a tiny portal to what might’ve happened if you’d just turned left instead.

thanks for being here.

see you again—Not Tuesday.