I have spent a calendar year picking up other people's discarded shopping lists, photographing them, and then transcribing them verbatim.
When I started, I didn't quite know what the point of it would be, and I am happy to say that throughout the process I have learned nothing of any note.
It is beautiful in its futility, and vice versa.
And that, friends, is as close to a meaning of life as I think I'll ever get.
Next stage is to spend the next year using the lists to do your own shopping on the relevant anniversary.
ReplyDeleteI should have kept them all to do a ceremonial burning of them or summat
ReplyDeleteI did think I could keep my own ones next but I can't be bothered. It's too much like it's got any kind of significance to do anything else with the idea.