the story that is the thesis that began with my xl timbuk2 bag that holds my life (or so i say). and beyond beleif, it contains me too!
innocently, i wondered if i could actually fit inside my bag like people say i probably can... and so, the experiment began.
sitting in it seemed easy enough, but i wanted more... and so i ventured deeper.
and then this happened:
before i knew it i was clipped in, being dragged out of my studio, carried away by the very bag that is usually carried by me. i think it was theraputic to switch roles and may even revisit this.
my vintage samsonite suitcase and i do not have quite the same relationship.