Le sac, c’est moi.

Over the past year or so I've developed a new-found appreciation of books of essays. I think it all began with Marina Keegan's 'The Opposite of Loneliness', which sent me down a rabbit hole of pleasing, concisely-written discourses on everything from the tyranny of possessions (E.B.White) to litter picking (David Sedaris). The joy of a [...]