In the beginning, before logos, before slogans, before the whale illustration that launched a thousand brunches, there was only Canvas, a primordial beige fog drifting across the universe. From this fog emerged the First Tote — stitched by the cosmic seamstress Bagatha, whose fingers were made of recycled moonlight and whose sewing machine ran on pure smugness. The First Tote opened its mouth (it had a mouth then) and declared: “I SHALL CARRY ALL THINGS.” And the universe, not yet knowing sarcasm, believed it. Soon, tote bags began appearing everywhere — in grocery stores, in fashion runways, in the dreams of graphic designers who whispered, “Flat… so flat… so printable…” They multiplied faster than consumer desire during a seasonal sale. One tote bag became ten. Ten became a hundred. A hundred became the number in Jason’s closet, which scholars estimate to be “too many” and “possibly sentient.” The Tote Council convened. They spoke in rustling canvas tones: “We must find the Chosen One. The human who will actually reuse us.” They did not find this human. The Plastic Bags, thin as whispers and twice as judgmental, rose from their crinkly kingdom. They marched across supermarket aisles, chanting their ancient war cry: “FREE WITH PURCHASE!” The totes responded with their own battle hymn: “FIVE DOLLARS BUT ETHICAL!” The clash shook the earth. Plastic bags flew like translucent ghosts. Totes thudded like disappointed gym teachers. The battle lasted seven days, mostly because the totes insisted on taking breaks to discuss typography. From the chaos stepped a lone figure: Jason Bearer of Twenty‑Three Totes, He Who Knows the Paradox. He lifted a tote bag high — the one with the ironic slogan, the one that promised sustainability but mostly carried books he meant to read. “ENOUGH!” he shouted. “We shall not be ruled by bags! We shall reuse! We shall repurpose! We shall stop accepting totes at events just because they’re free!” The totes gasped.