Yesterday—the calendar’s quiet clerk—steps into the customer-service role we never imagined, paperwork in hand, because Nostalgia has barged ahead for special treatment. By turning abstract time slices into fussy bureaucrats, the sentence jumbles our usual hierarchy: the distant past asserts protocol while the sentimental past ignores it. That tiny workplace drama humanizes concepts we can’t touch, triggering the brain’s social theatre and inviting us to wonder what grievance form “yesterday” would even use. The story stalls right at the information gap—will order be restored or memory indulge itself?—and the unresolved friction is what makes it pure Decentralised Logic: a queue that circles back on itself and a complaint that proves nothing is quite where it belongs.