It takes up too much room, and gets in the way when we try redecorating our emotional houses. BAGGAGE masquerades as a creative wellspring of angst, suffering, the school of hard knocks, the ladder slowly clawed upwards. It even thinks it’s a MUSE!
Can someone invent a BAGGAGE COMPACTOR? Something like a trash compactor, where you throw in all the suitcases you’ve collected, and then push the lever, and it gets crushed down to one small manageable briefcase. And then you won’t really be able to distinguish one bit of BAGGAGE from another, they’ll all be squashed into one.
There’s something to say for traveling light!!