sat down, already tired, in a modern room at the back of a long queue

everyone was heavy with waiting

I typed loudly to alert them to my presence

when they looked over my shoulder to read what I'd written, they saw:

'make of your baggage what you will'

and there was a ping, sound of an old coin hitting a metal basin, indication that a message had been received from somewhere, and when I opened it up I saw:

'try folding the luggage up, thin enough to fit through spaces we can't see'

and someone reading over my shoulder said:

'they're right, stuff you can send through the air is barely worth being'