I’m on a cot in my brother’s Harlem apartment right now, thinking about the contents of the bag I lost 2 days ago.
Those contents include(d): 1 Laptop. 1 iPod. 1 Moleskine notebook filled with the sorts of drivel I’d never actually put on the web, but loved. 1 digital voice recorder. 1 passport. 1 checkbook. 1 pair of eyeglasses. 1 pair of sunglasses. 1 set of car keys. 5 magazines. 1 really nice packable rain shell. 1 copy of The Omnivore’s Dilemma. 1 tin of altoids. 1 container of cough drops. 3 pens, including my favorite one.
And I’m still breathing. I even feel wierdly liberated.
For the moment.
