Waste Paper

[poliphilo]

As usual there's a heap of papers and envelopes beside Ailz's desk.  I pick it up to take downstairs. Flyers and catalogues go straight into the recycling bag; anything with our address on is for the shredder.

"Where does all this stuff come from," I ask, rhetorically.

"God", she says.

Comments

[daisytells.livejournal.com]

Yes, God sends me a lot of junk mail, too, but as consolation I note that several of my neighbors are much more "beloved of the Lord" than I am.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

What a lot of forests it must eat up.