Sweet souvenirs

Sweet Souvenirs
I collect sugar sachets instead of writing stories.
Picked up from cafés, trains, hotel breakfasts of unfamiliar cities, each packet holds more than sugar, it carries a memory. I was never good at keeping a diary, but these small, disposable objects became my way of remembering.
What draws me in is not only the sweetness itself, but the design: the typography, the colors, the textures, the way each country wraps something so ordinary in its own visual language. They vary in size, proportion, and intention.
Everything I like and keep is, in some way, sweet.
These are my sweet souvenirs.