Black Bag

Cash rich, time poor.

If I do nothing other than walk in a straight line for half an hour, double back on myself and go home, I feel a profound sense of purpose, I question nothing, my mind is set. What am I without black bag? Without black bag I am some pitiful and unremarkable man going around, doing things. Shameful. The thought of rewriting the last few weeks or months of my life without black bag fills me with a wincing, vertiginous horror.

Context is so important, she says. Context and invitation. Knowing when to take the right liberty. No context means no sex.