Its content is a miniature portrait of the day. Keys to one world, headphones for another, cream for the anxiety that appears on the hands, a crumpled mask from forgotten circumstances. Every evening, emptying it, we sort through the evidence of what has been lived. This is not just an accessory. This is an external nervous system. It holds what the body or soul might suddenly need: a plaster for a blister, a notebook for a sudden thought, a pencil to underline something. Her weight is a measure of our readiness for anything. What item in your bag seems unnecessary at first glance but is actually the most essential?