Interesting question posed by Randy Murray:

Of all the things that we carry, the bits and pieces that help to get us through the day, I sometimes wonder what the people who are required to sift through these things think about us when one of us is struck down in the course of daily life. What sense, what meaning, do they take from the things that we carry in our pockets, in our bags? What do these things tell them about us, who we are, who we cared for?

I never thought about it like that before. I just jumped to the conclusion that all the intrusion won’t actually do much. I never once thought about what the contents of my bag said about me; because they are so common to me, they are just normal things.

If I were to guess what my carried articles say about me: way too many Apple chargers.