Final day

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.

About Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Arlington, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.