The edges are frayed. It’s misshapen from the burdens it’s carried over the years. I kept it closed with a length of leather. Sometimes containing pieces of leather, some deer medicine a friend brought me from China, my yarrow stalks for I Ching, different pieces of the things they carried.

It originally belonged to the ex-girlfriend of a guy I don’t remember very well. She left it behind. He didn’t want it. I took it, and I’ve carried it around for decades.

I pulled it out today, emptied it, and tossed it into the cosmic infundibulum.

Shout out to Marie Kondo. She changes lives.