MEET
MOON
He is the bag. He has always been the bag. 4.5 billion years of holding, and he's still smiling.
"sup." — Moon

- NAMEMoon
- SPECIESlunar bag
- AGE4.5 billion
- OCCUPATIONholding
- PAPER HANDSnever
- MOODfull
A DAY IN THE LIFE
seven moments. one bag. zero sells.

checks the chart
First light. Feet haven't touched the floor yet and the chart is already open. It's up. He knew it would be. It's always up when you never look away.

cold brew, black
Like space. He doesn't need the caffeine — gravity does what he tells it to. The walk is for the people. They deserve to see him.

runs the bagconomy
Little stool. Big decisions. Nobody knows what he does on that laptop and nobody asks. The tides show up on time — that's all you need to know.

never tilts
You can't tilt something with this much mass. He's been dipped on, dumped on, and eclipsed — a lost round means nothing to a bag that holds forever.

plays the set
Every full moon he takes the decks. No requests. He only plays songs that go up. The floor moves whether it wants to or not — tides, again.

one for the people
Peace sign. Shades stay on — you'd go blind looking at what he's seen. Posted with no caption. It doesn't need one.

steps outside
A green day ends like every green day. He steps out, says nothing, watches the earth spin. Somebody's got to hold all this. It might as well be him.
"The moon is a bag.— MOON, OFFICIAL MASCOT OF MOON BAG
I would know."