Notes
A list I never meant to keep
It started as shopping. Now it is the only diary I have, which is not the plan.
Astrid Voss
Milk, twine, the thing for the tap. Then: frost on the greenhouse, the robin on the handle, a note to move the beans. I never copied it into a proper notebook. I just kept the same scrap in the kitchen drawer.
When I want to know what March was like I read the back of a receipt. It is not literature. It is what I actually did.
Why I don't upgrade it
A nicer book would wait for nicer sentences. The scrap gets the weather and the shopping, which is the whole day.
