Born in the wrong era? No. There is no wrong era.

i won't be surprised if i find dead insects in my bag one day.
it's filthy.
at the bottom of the abyss that is my bag i think i can find scraps of food and paper that has been there for like forever liao.
very gross leh....but i still like my bag.
even though it's not been washed for years.
even though ever so often the zip malfunctions and i have to struggle to zip it back.
even though it's in a terrible state, what with the water proofing coming out, the small tears here and there from my rough handling, the frayed bits from prolonged use, and the generally falling-apart-ness.
despite all that!
it's still my trusty bag that has braved storms and falls and high altitude and battles and what nots with me!
soaked with rain, sweat, blood, tears, mucus, chilli sauce, coke, fish soup, mayonnaise...ya. you get the idea.
i've said before, i'll say again.
i will continue to use it until the day it can no longer be used. or until the day i can no longer use it.