Nothing Hill Bag

I came along nothing to say. But I'm still standing due to some toughts around my mind. What is inside that bag? Travel things. Strange things to me . The bag of my losto memory. Living without lust is hard, hard it is with lust. There's a certain atraction on evil, on knowledge, after that moment of loss we regain strenght and we begin again, just were we were at the begining. But nothing stills the same, in a circular way around us thing appear and disparear as long and we go to a conclusion, but in a wider circle, things are pressing us to be happy, hopefull, maybe gratefull to somebody one day.
The Nothing Hill Bag porsue his movings, with his owner, maybe thre's nothing machiavelic or psychoanalitical in that. He's just a container, things inside some mental frame gives us some confort,
stability and something else that we miss in everyday life...