(That's right folks, step right this way and see...A plastic bag! Hooray!!!)
A single plastic bag has many uses, but most importantly it is an object of elegance and grace. Every time I go to the grocery store I see them in abundance and their purpose has no bound.
They hold my groceries from the store to the car to my home; afterward they become my garbage bags and in a crunch they can hold water. Sadly that is all some people see, but there is so much more.
The long, circular handles are melted together at the peak, leaving the left over material sitting snugly against the double layered plastic that eventually unfolds to join the sack. Another minuscule seam glides down from the top to the inside pleat, which develops at the base of the bag. The bottom is folded and ridged in the same respect as the tip of the handle, which in itself makes this embodiment of usefulness as efficiently made as a beehive. The creases and furrows in the translucently milky material fly in every direction, without meter or rhyme which reminds’ me of the oceans foamy surf during high tide.
Although the bag is tasteless and lacks in smell, when I touch its silky, smooth surface a soft sound of static erupts, like a television missing its channels. The more I move it the louder the sound becomes, almost as though I am turning up the volume. Despite the fact that it is longer than my forearm, I am able to scrunch it up diminutively so that it fits in the palm of my hand like a golfball. Even so, no matter the amount of times I crush the pliable bag; I can unfold it and restore the container to its original, soft plane.
Not many objects can boast such claims and actually demonstrate it. The glossy exterior of the plastic bag and naturally flowing and gentle nature makes it, above all, an entity of gracefulness and elegance.
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