The Unpacking of Arthur FinchArthur Finch carried the world on his shoulders. It was a large, worn leather bag, perpetually slung across his back, a permanent weight that curved his spine and slowed his steps. Inside wasn't just his laptop and lunch; it was a museum of his worries. There were crumpled regrets from past mistakes, heavy rocks of future anxieties, thick files of "what-ifs," and the cold, sharp shards of old resentments. He carried it to work, to the grocery store, even to bed. The weight was his constant companion, a testament to a life lived carefully, burdened by