It was a typical Monday morning. The sun was shining, the coffee was hot, and the existential dread was palpable. But, as the great philosopher-king of Mondays, René Descartes-Monday, once said, "I think, therefore I am...late for work."
In a world where the weekend is just a distant memory, we find ourselves trapped in a never-ending cycle of monotony and despair. Or is it? Perhaps, we are merely trapped in a never-ending cycle of Subtle Optimism?
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