After getting blackout drunk at a London party, the author wakes up in a random building to discover he's lost his backpack containing his laptop, two passports, and various personal items. Instead of panicking, he treats the situation like "a new level in a game called life."
He recounts his search efforts while examining his relationship with alcohol, anxiety, and control. "I hadn't lost everything," he writes, "just my backpack with passports and laptop — so I became only a little freer."
The story takes a turn when a stranger finds the bag, leading to a resolution that says as much about trust in society as it does about the author himself.
Previously:
• My life on the road: A lost passport, no ID, and bullshit paperwork trying to get back to Canada
• Passports, ranked by country
• U.S. Government demands new internal passport for citizens and it's giving off major dystopian vibes
