At work I start one large ongoing list.

A few other, sometimes smaller, lists get written when I arrive home.

I have lists in my purse, at home stuck in my sofa cushions, at work sprawled across my desk, notebooks of past lists, lists stuck in between photographs, lists I remember, lists I forget, lists of dreams, lists of things to do, lists of people to call, lists of people to write, lists of people to email, lists of things to buy, lists of things I want, lists for other people, lists that I keep in my wallet, lists that I keep in my pockets, lists that are quite nostalgic.

It's all done in hope that I will get to cross something off of them.