My life on Monday can be copied and printed on my Sunday. There is no difference between my working day and holiday because I am a freelance designer. Every day for me is the same, no matter whether that day is called Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday. They are all MySameOldDay.However, I notice my ritual activities are gradually changing little by little by discovering my pillow is changing day by day. Its bright color is fading out. It becomes flat, lifeless and no bounce anymore. Moreover I found them full of creases. Suddenly, horribly enough I perceive the changes and sense that I cannot go back to change what had been gradually changed in the past.
The changing in the past has been fixing who I am right now.
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