We found bag, bag found us, in a filling place. To move back into a bag we confess we have never left. Carried and contained all along by other bags. We skinbags were birthed from lineages of bags, sacs of sustaining fluids, wrapped. Something as messy and dense as life comes out of a thing as common as a container. Sometimes we have been the bags, letting things fill us, holding others. This bag here has given us a depository, a way of gathering together ourselves and our other bags. More arriving soon. Incorporated by Bagtag, 2018.