March 1, 2014
Marco looked down at his itinerary, oblivious to the white. 'Taking a walk' around the block', he'd write down for Monday. 'Cooking stuffed cabbage and red pepper curry', he'd write for the next day. 'Sitting quietly,' or, more accurately, 'meditating', he'd write for the next day. His desk calendar was personal, and would never be sitting out for inspection when someoneone was over visiting. Marco had always been a spontaneous person, open to whatever, but found himself always doing the same thing most of the time, until his world became like a machine. Privately he hopes for room to grow.