Water running through

A gift. Before given to me, it was unused with uncertain origin. I use for 7 years. It breaks many times. I sew it. I put more inside then can fit, it continues to fall apart. It is only a small bag. Sometimes I carry books, sometimes a laptop computer. It is an old style. Some say it is a woman’s bag. Once someone saw it and stopped me to tell me they saw a man who was middle eastern with a similar bag. He said some people thought the man to be a terrorist. I have other bags that can carry more but I like the character of this one. Its simple yet elegant nature mature matures with age. It continues to fall apart and I put it back together with wire, thread, even once I used staples. Memory is a cow taped up to the sun to carry sticks and stones. Water running through.

By Isak