Wallets tell a story. It’s like a tiny biography, which is why it’s so traumatizing to lose it. As evidence, here’s the current contents of my wallet:

• Various membership and credit cards.
• An Oregon driver’s license even though I don’t live there anymore.
• An NYC metro card.
• A student ID I’ve been using for discounts years past graduation.
• Twelve dollars.
• A fortune cookie fortune that says “Friends are more valuable than money.”
• A picture of a cat.

See what I mean? Most of that stuff is nigh irreplaceable. Where in the hell can anyone get twelve dollars.