I love lists.
Lists help us to sketch the future and chronicle the past,
and they provide order to the chaos in this world. I indeed feel much more
peaceful with myself when I’ve got a few lists going.
I do lists for almost everything: what to shop, what to take
on our holidays, books I would like to read, things I’ve lent, who to invite to
the kid’s birthdays, etc. But I also like to do stupid useless lists of things
just for pleasure: names I like, places I would like to visit, possible titles
for a best seller, things to do before I die, playlist when you are in love,
list of collections I would like to start, words that are hard to spell, and
the list of lists goes to infinity and beyond.
