I'm looking specifically for more a nihilistic take on this. Something that illustrates the mundane.But honestly, whatever pops in your head would be fine. Sentence is "Another day, another..."
Something nihilistic huh? How about "Another day, another routine" "Another day, another humdrum" "Another day, another torture" I recommend listening to NIN "Everyday is exactly the same" for some inspiration
Another day, another.... Another fecking day, in which people scurried from Point A to Point B, and back again. Were born, lived, loved, and died; all under the implacable gaze of the universe. Doing everything of meaning in the world, and at the same time, nothing. Point A to Point B.
Another day.... That I refuse to deal emotionally with s***. Another day that I do not attribute to God. It's my fault Mia Culpa Mia Maxima culpa. Go fuc yourself...
Another day, another start to winding myself down to bedtime... At least that's pretty much what passes through my head in the morning.
"Another day, another..." is sort of a worn phase, bordering on cliche. I would find another way of saying it. There are plenty of ways to express the mundane it interesting and even gripping ways. Writing about the mundane is probably one of my strong suit. You don't need mundane writing to write about the mundane. in fact the writing is probably what will keep readers going and interested in an otherwise mundane situation or piece of writing. My suggestion is to try another approach.
I wouldn't think that is much better. But it's not my story. Tell the story in an interesting and engaging way. Stay away from phrases you've heard a million times. These things make a difference in writing.
It's harder than I thought. But I've never been very witty or clever, like that. I'm loving some of the threads here, you people are my people. Feels like I've moved home finally.
Another day, another nothing Another day, another void Another day, another vacuum Another day, another demi-god dies Another day, another disappointment etc.
'Life is short they say, so why does every day feel so fucking long' Cliché too, but a slightly different approach nonetheless to say the same thing.
Another day, another blank, meaningless canvas to paint empty thoughts on. Another day, another day, again and again. What fool cares! Another day, another hour, another minute, another second; all silently reduced to motes of nothingness OR Another day, another breath, another beat of the heart padding along the empty lanes of life to the grave. Another day, another chance to fail. Another day, another hollow feast of despair. Another day, another glimpse into the abyss. I could do this all day ... mmmm ... maybe I need therapy! Haha!
