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FILE №001 — PUBLIC RECORD STATUS: ACTIVE NEXT CONVENING: MONDAY · 18:30

MONDAY.
SIX
THIRTY. Mondays fun therapy with friends. Since the second week of January, two thousand and fifteen.

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592 CONSECUTIVE WEEKS
11.3YEARS
4,144DAYS
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§.01 — MANIFEST

In an age where male friendship dissolves quietly after thirty — into work, into marriage, into the comfortable solitude of a screen — we made a promise.

One night a week. The same night. Forever.

We chose Monday. The most improbable evening. The one no one expects to spend well. The bars are empty, the tables are open, and the week begins clean — without the hangover of the weekend, without the weight of the five days ahead. We are home before midnight. Weekends belong to our families.

No agenda. No group chats about whether to cancel. No reschedules because someone is tired. Monday is the constant. The rest of the world arranges itself around it.

This is not a club. It is simply a door that stays open between a group of men who refuse to let the years thin them apart.

The photographs you will not see, the conversations you will never hear — these belong to us. What you can see is the shape of the thing. The discipline of it. The shadow it casts.

— THIS IS ENOUGH. KEEP SCROLLING.

§.02 — THE RULES
01 The first rule of Boys' Night is — you do not cancel. absolute
02 The second rule of Boys' Night is — you do not cancel. absolute
03 Phones face down. Let the conversation begin! conduct
04 What might be useful in public, we share. The rest stays at the table. code
05 Tight circle. Guests come occasionally. Members remain. circle
06 If you must miss — and you must not — you owe the next round and the round after that. penalty
07 Half past six to eleven. That's it. hours
§.03 — CHRONICLE

ELEVEN YEARS
OF MONDAYS.

2015 YEAR ZERO RT proposes a Monday get-together. AG says „why not?". A few follow. Nobody plans for it to last.
2017 WEEK 100 The short toast: „One more." It becomes ritual.
2019 WEEK 200+ A wedding is scheduled. The wedding moves. Monday does not.
2020 THE LOCKDOWN For 47 weeks we meet on screens. We do not break the line.
2022 THE EVENING FLIGHT Someone lands at six. From the airport straight to the table. Home with the suitcase, at eleven.
2025 A DECADE Ten years. No banner, no speech. The same table, the same chairs, a short toast: „To the next ten."
2026 PRESENT A website appears. AI enters the vocabulary. Programmers stare into their glasses. Week 593 — still Monday, still here.
§.05 — DISPATCHES

Now and then, we write down what was discussed at the table. A few photographs. Three or four topics. How opinions split. The quote that survived the night. Not a blog. More like a public memory, kept rarely.

READ ALL DISPATCHES →

LATEST: №03 · 01.06.26 · Wait… what am I drinking? Academia Purcari and an orange wine

ESSAY №01 · Academia can be a promise — long-form on matured subjects.

§.06 — REDACTED

Behind closed doors,
it was fun.

185 PHOTOGRAPHS PUBLISHED
NONE OF THEM ARE FOR YOU

„The archive is private. The Instagram is private. The Telegram is private. The room and the table are reserved." — RULE NUMBER FOUR, REPHRASED

✕ ✕ ✕ §.05 — NOTICE TO VISITORS ✕ ✕ ✕

Applications
CLOSED SINCE 2015.

This is not coyness. The circle formed on the first Monday of 2015. A few have joined over the years. Some guests pass through. But the table belongs to those who hold the line.

No list
No form
By invitation

If you have read this far, take what you needed. Build your own table.
Pick a night. Monday, for example. Hold the line.

§.08 — TIME

Every Monday is a line.

From 12 January 2015 until today. Red — the week in progress. Taller lines are milestones (every hundred).

593 MONDAYS OF MONDAYS