I got a bunch of bags and boxes when I moved my mom to South Dakota so she could be closer to us. They've blended in nicely with the box I already had, the brown wooden one you'll see in the video above. 

The new ones, especially the portfolio, really bring the fear home. It makes me wonder about the minotaur at the center of the labyrinth, the one that would have come after me if I had, as a child, wound my way toward its center. The one that 

might still come after me

if I, as a man, get too close to what it wants to keep sealed up and locked away.