Shoulder Bag

On the limits and constraints of what one life can hold

Harrison Hill
Dec 31, 2019 · 6 min read
Illustration by Rachel Frankel

InIn 2009, when I was twenty-two, I bought a small, black shoulder bag from a department store along the rue de Passy, in Paris. The bag was about twelve inches tall by ten inches wide, and made of a cheap sturdy fabric — the kind used to make dog toys, cargo pants, and discount patio furniture. Weighing no more than four or five pounds when full, it…