All I Need

All I Need in this world,

Is a simple bag.

Not any normal bag however,

But a magical bag.

It’s not like it can fly or take me to another world, take me from an island.

No, this isn’t a “Wishing for three more wishes from the Genie”, situation.

Nonetheless, the bag is magic, for what it holds.

Knowledge.

Eternal knowledge, immortal entertainment, and undying peace.

The bag is a satchel from another world, you see.

And this bag, you can pull from it a book.

And another.

And another.

An infinite amount of books, you see.

A never ending supply of books to read.

Every day, I would read something new.

Whether it be a comic, Ayn Rand, or a guide to build a shelter.

Every day, I would take from the bag a bundle of parchment, covered in ink, and read it.

It could be a classical tale, a Greek myth, or a teen romance (Well, maybe not that last one...).

Every day, I would pull from the bag an infinite number of text, containing an inconceivable amount of phrases, which are simply different mixtures of the same 26 letters, and some punctuation.

It is truly all I need in this world.

The time, and the place, to read.