why is every bag a practical invention for conveniently carrying and storing all your worldly possessions in one place until you need to look for your phone, at which point it becomes a bottomless abyss deeper and darker than the marianas trench that has you considering calling in a search and rescue team and going in with flashlights and trained hounds to locate it
i’ll be elbow deep in there finding secret passages, stolen nukes, and the lost russian princess anastasia before my fingers so much as brush the slippery plastic of a phone case that slips free from my grasp like a salmon fleeing a bear. and repeat for 10 minutes.











