There were signs posted all around the gym yesterday on 8-1/2 x 11 inch paper and each of them said, in large black letters, “Final Day”. I thought it was funny. It reminded me of existentialism and things like Sartre’s No Exit or Bret Easton Ellis’s Less Than Zero. But here it was hanging in the gym: Final Day. Can’t get more existential than that.
While I never found out what the sign was for, I suspect it was the “final day” of some special that the gym was offering.