There used to be a quiet understanding about Sundays.
Not a rule exactly. More like a rhythm.
One day a week when the world slowed down just enough for people to remember they were human.
Tag: modern life
In Defense of the So-Called Childish Adults
Some adults kept their inner child; others became volunteer hall monitors of joy. This is a legal defense for cartoon shoes, oversized bags, hippie Squidward, and every grown person who still likes things out loud.