Research: DAY 2

I brought with me, my fathers net—feel free to tell him I stole it from the garage—he will laugh. I’m chasing these tiny creatures called butterflies, but I haven’t caught any yet—in fact I don’t really want to… In the morning, I’ll go out to pick some parsley, and dozens of them start fluttering happily. It reminds me I have grapes to pick and while the sun is still low, the paper man says: “everything is…isn’t it?” and I nod to assure him I am making progress.