Day 0116

I left a bag on a train and now it's swallowed by the abyss of lost property. Reminds me of how entirely replaceable, interchangeable, ephemeral everything I own is. A few taps of the credit card and everything is magically restored. It's dizzying. Even things I care about, like my art books, could be set on fire one day and delivered again to my door the next. Money is magic, things are unreal, convenience is king.