The White Stuff

In December 2022, I wrote a letter to a friend who lives in Montana, U.S. I made a bit of a mess of the envelope, with a little scribble on its edge. I opened my desk drawer in my living room and thought I wish I had some liquid paper, because the only one in my drawer was so old, it was crusty and useless. The next day I went into the office unexpectedly, when I had planned to work from home. At the end of the day, the guy I sit opposite from was packing his laptop away behind me and apropos of nothing, turned to me with an old chocolate tin, lifted the lid, and said ‘liquid paper? In the tin was 20 – 30 bottles of liquid paper. I had mentioned nothing about the night before.