notes in a pandemic

It all began during the first lockdown...photographing notes that I find on the ground.

 

 Scraps of paper that have unintentionally fallen from a pocket/bag/hand.  

 

I am not allowed to touch it...not allowed to unfold or touch any part of it to make more sense of what is written.    

 

Shopping lists, plans, scribbles, notes of encouragement and congratultions.  An order for sandwiches, a possible quote from Genesis 12:3 , a simple smiley with a larger meaning.

 

I spend too much time constructing stories around these discarded things.