Timbuk2 tried to recycle and reuse plastic shopping bags that were otherwise headed to a landfill but Target sent a cease and desist order.
Do we want to be illegal? Is that why we paint ourselves blue? Who can remember anything anymore. I bet that Dragnet episode is on YouTube….
No longer bound up with our dreams of travel or departure, airports have become pedestrian. Crap food, not enough seats, mediocre frisking… all the magic is gone. So let’s you and me fly someplace on foot. Let’s reacquaint ourselves with destination.
Overnight? Messenger? Backpack? Laptop? Convertible?
Whatever. I am handmade and I am fierce.
You can turn me inside-effing-out. What more do you want?
There are ways to be sparkly without being new. There are ways to be rugged without being hard. There are ways to have baggage without being burdened.
Under the spell of some wicked witch, I’ve spent three hundred years in a deep slumber, dreaming of your MacBook and how I will cradle it. Do you want to kiss me, or do you want the dream to continue?
Good posture is the sign of a wasted slouch. Get those books off your head and put them here.
When I was your age, we didn’t even know what carrying was. Hadn’t invented it yet. Wherever a thing sat, that’s where it stayed. A thing could live and die right there in one place, and as far as that thing was concerned, that place was the whole universe.
You kids today with your carryin’ and your conveyin’ and your totin’, you wouldn’t understand stillness if it bit you in the behind.
Every movement must be a kind of study. We move in the world to study being within and to study being among. What started out as elsewhere is likely to become an answer; your questions are always about dissemination.
(At least that’s what your tutors say.)
~ Darjeeling Limited Luggage by Louis Vuitton
