Ah, souvenirs—the relics of our past, the tokens of our memories, and the bane of my existence. Let’s get real for a minute: they’re nothing more than glorified trinkets destined to meet a sorry end.

You know, words are funny. They’re the currency of thought, sure, but they can also be a real trap. They can box us into clichés and banalities, hiding the truth and numbing our imagination. We end up wasting time and energy on trivial stuff while ignoring what really matters. Words can fool us into thinking we’ve said something when we’ve said nothing at all.