Everyday Life 30 :: 7
Past, present and future.
I see my former life on these shelves. The chicken books and gardening gloves, the seeds I thought I could plant. I see this day. This moment, when there is a neat and tidy corner of the house. I think of how I am trying to assert our aesthetic, our order, our worth in someone else's space. And sitting amongst all of these things is hope, or else why would I still have a jar of seeds?