Hannah Fischer

I didn’t — I couldn’t — consider any of those questions. I only thought of my bag. If I could fit everything I needed inside of it I would be fine. If I only had the perfect baggage, I wouldn’t carry any invisible baggage of my own. The more consumed I became by the bag, the more I imagined I might need. But there was no way the bag could hold everything, until I suddenly had the solution: think of Mary Poppins’ bag. Everything fits into it, and everything returns to it. The bag will be enough.