They say a bag is a reflection of its owner—not just what they need, but what they choose to keep close. Mine is less a collection of objects and more a quiet archive, a biography told in well-worn essentials, tucked-away trinkets, and the small, necessary mysteries of daily life.
Each item has its place, whether practical or sentimental, deliberate or absentmindedly carried from one day to the next. This is a study of what lingers—what I reach for, what I forget, and what, somehow, always finds its way back inside.






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