100th Post: Elementary Calculus

There might be a day when I would go back to the comforts of routine, of newspaper stains on my fingers every morning, paydays, taxes, visits to the dentist, monthly bills; a day when I might go back to the monotony of lists and schedules.

There might be a day when I would I would neatly arrange books and DVDs on a shelf, by author and genre; a day when I would put old notebooks into neat labeled boxes and then tie the boxes with a string; a day when I would only remember things I want to remember.

There might be a day when I would buy a suitcase that I would fill with sighs and hopes, that I would abandon in a train, leaving it trapped between the tyranny of clocks and railways.

There might be a day when I would forget to dream while I am awake.

But today isn't that day. And tomorrow is luckily just a word.