A Month of Sundays is a narrative work of auto-fiction that loosely ties images of the real world with the feelings and events which produced them. It is a story told through the ideas and beliefs of others, exploring how we define ourselves through our alignment with and rejection of the ways of being of the people around us. The work spans an indeterminate amount of time, and exists in that space of perpetual waiting that comes before life truly begins. To purchase a copy or learn more, contact via email gabenuer@gmail.com or on Instagram @nhngabriel
"Sometimes, the feeling came when looking at that sky, usually filled with soft clouds but occasionally containing all the fury of Jupiter, as it had on that day, when I saw myself in the mirror." (1)
"Regardless, they beam on, soaking in the sun with reckless abandon and hugging the walls which surround them, brick and plastic alike." (3)
"All we can do is move, and move I did. On the dance floor, everyone is equal before the music." (4)
"I had been trapped in a prison of my own making, the 4 walls of the living room falling away before the shine of my computer screen." (5)
"It happened when I called her on that long drive through the red dust, the head and smell of manure seeping through the cracks in the windows. I listened to that song six times that drive, wondering where in my life that car would take me." (7)
"I ride la houle across planes of existence, shooting down into the troughs and climbing back out the other side. I learn everything; I absorb nothing." (12)
"The classroom sat on the edge of the nook of the kindergarten, registered to a slope so as to create a valley. Years later, it remains clear to me why I chose you." (15)
Sometimes, the line between wisdom and delusion is so thin that we find ourselves living in both worlds at once." (19)
"One day I woke up, and I saw how deep I had dug." (24)