Vegetation Time

In some moments, they are too light, as light as feathers, destined not to fly into the grand narrative. So, I decided to build a literal nest for them. Stored here: weather, temperature, a ray of emotion, the heat of a dish, the shape of a cloud, a misspelled and corrected message. It stores the subtle differences between today and yesterday, and how I live with this difference. Days pile up on top of each other, like a pile of sticky notes that come to hand. I record, not to remember, but to live more seriously at the moment of writing. This book is about the practice of "paying attention" and a long letter to ordinary times. May you recognize your own shadow here and love this real life even more.