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When the wind rises, Baggle is swept off the ground and begins to flap chaotically through the air. Baggle's very existence was born of a singular purpose — to bear weight, to be filled. When human fingers hook through its handles and place items one by one into its embrace, that is the pinnacle of its self-worth. In that moment, its structure is whole, its function clear. But soon, the contents are emptied out, and its meaning follows thusly. The journey from useful to useless is nothing more than the distance from supermarket to apartment. Baggle often ponders the meaning of its own existence, inspiring generations of existentialist philosophers to do the same.
