A market basket gathers separate people’s work into one ordinary trip home.

One basket holds the labour of a great many strangers. The person who grew it, the one who drove through the night, the one who stacked shelves at five in the morning all arrive together, and none of it announces itself at the till. Ordinary shopping is a meeting point for a lot of unrelated working days.

Unpack the bags once this week with that in mind. Notice how far things came and who must have handled them along the way. It changes nothing practical and it does adjust how a routine trip feels.