The other day at Landmark I noticed that a couple of books on cooking had been hurriedly shoved inside the Travel Writing section. It was a little funny moment. Perhaps someone had picked them up and thereafter figured it would be nice to come back to them later. Or, perhaps it was the obvious flaw in categorization that bookstores are becoming so well known for. Anyway it reminded me about this bad habit we used to have. When we had exhausted the limits of borrowing on our own library cards but we needed "that one book", the accepted trick was to put the book under a different category and shelf and ensure that a friend is at hand to identify, pick and withdraw the book on your behalf.

Come to think of it, there are enough instances when we do the same in life. With our goals, aspirations and ambitions. We tend to put them on a different shelf and imagine that we'd have the time to revisit and rework on them. And, we then end up lamenting that there isn't any time to do all of that. It may not be possible to really seize the day but then putting them aside is similar to forgetting. The only difference being that it is just forgotten and not erased. And, that which is not erased comes back multiplied many times to haunt the hell out of our solitary time.