For six years, I “travelled the world”. Actually, I spent most of the time in the Americas and Europe in the largest possible definition of the word. I didn’t get further east than the Golan Heights or further west than Washington State. The point isn’t my rather limited experience of “the world”. Instead, it’s the effect that having made do with the contents of a backpack for half a dozen years has had on me. I’m dismissively anti-materialist and a near pathological minimalist. That doesn’t leave me with a lot of time for “things”. That being said, I do come into contact with them on a regular basis. That’s what this category of blog posts is about.