Image mine.

Inventory

My wallet is the front row of interactions with the world.

Unused or expired cards stacked like excavation layers from different paleontological periods. Coins in mixed currencies — heavy tools of past trades, made along the path laid with used public transport tickets.

Next time you’re in Paris you will sure use that coupon—30p off toilet paper.

One day you will call that Romanian plumber whose business card you keep. Maybe you’ll learn he retrained as a florist and lives in China, just a street away from that third wave coffee shop you still have a sticker from.

⚡️ The next story is about a badly calibrated prior.