Curate, connect, and discover
In this case, a sentence from a stranger making a comment to himself in a supermarket. “Can’t skimp on the dunny paper.”
It was, what, 15, 20? (or more?) years ago. I don’t remember what he looked like, nor the sound of his voice, (or really, anything else about that trip), but once upon a time, on a ski holiday with the family, in Mansfield, in the supermarket while were picking up some groceries, I overhead something apparently so profound that it and the location are etched into my memory.