The Questionmark Tote

It began as a simple tote. But somewhere between the navy canvas, the crimson handles, and that impossibly bold mark, it became something else entirely.

The handles are firm like the handshake of an old friend who won’t ask where you’ve been. Though inside, the possibilities are near infinite. You could fit a week’s indecision or the detritus of a particularly meaningful afternoon, and still have room left for grace.

Perhaps it’s not a tote at all. Because mystery, after all, is a form of style. Like, philosophically or something.