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旅行的記憶

食物的回憶，就裝在乘載回憶的容器裡

旅行的記憶

食物的回憶，就裝在乘載回憶的容器裡

旅行的記憶

食物的回憶，就裝在乘載回憶的容器裡

旅行的記憶

食物的回憶，就裝在乘載回憶的容器裡

相簿裡一張張吃及喝的照片，你是否也跟我一樣，拍食物不是為了分享，只是為了記錄當下，用食物來寫日記。

有一天為了找出我一個咖啡杯在哪裡買的證據，我在手機相片簿裡搜尋「杯子」結果一張張似杯非杯的照片都跑了出來，還包括一些杯盤狼藉的桌面，但當我放大照片，充當餐巾的報紙，竟然成為我回憶去過的催化劑，紀錄了那天的日期與新聞。只要看到盤子下方鋪的是報紙，我就想到媽媽、或想到跟外婆在昏暗的挑高客廳裡聊天吃飯的畫面。

我也看到一張裝有格子鬆餅的盤子，極為普通的格子鬆餅，那是一段我陪住在埔里外公回診記憶，每當外公在定期性治療，我就會到小吃部點一份格子鬆餅，那個兩坪大的小咖啡店，鬆餅和咖啡的香味完全蓋過醫院裡消毒水的猛烈氣味，是我逃離面對外公逐漸遠去的幸福時刻。

有時候去日本旅行，我出發前在google maps標註了一堆必訪的咖啡店，但連鎖羅多倫的550日元雞蛋三明治早餐組，卻是依舊是我最懷念的味道。

我們永遠無法回到過去的當下，一五一十的陳述「那時」的所有具體細節，有時候你看到照片的瞬間，我的感受只能被「幸福」、「懷念」、「孤獨」、「悲傷」給片面形容，有時候我懊悔自己沒能好好花點心思寫日記，沒想到這些照片裡的「容器」，都默默幫我記錄下來了，即便短暫、瞬逝，那麼簡單卻遺憾的感受，這就是容器這個布花想要訴說的故事。

Each photo of food and drink in my album tells a story. Are you like me? I don’t take pictures of my meals to share them with the world; I take them to document the moment using food as a way to write my diary.

One day, while searching for proof of where I had bought a specific coffee cup, I typed "cup" into my phone’s photo app. A flood of images appeared some were clearly cups, others only vaguely resembled them, and many were just messy tables after a finished meal. But as I zoomed in, a piece of newspaper used as a makeshift napkin caught my eye. It became a catalyst for my memory, documenting the exact date and the news of that day. Whenever I see a plate resting on a sheet of newspaper, I am instantly transported back to moments with my mother, or to the dim, high ceilinged living room where I sat chatting and eating with my grandmother.

I also came across a photo of a plate of waffles. They were the most ordinary waffles you could imagine, but they held the memory of accompanying my grandfather to his medical check-ups in Puli. Whenever he was undergoing his regular treatments, I would head to the hospital snack bar and order a serving. In that tiny, two-ping coffee shop, the aroma of waffles and coffee completely masked the sharp, clinical scent of disinfectant. It was my brief, happy escape from the reality of watching my grandfather slowly fade away.

Sometimes, when traveling to Japan, I’ll pin dozens of "must-visit" cafes on Google Maps before I even leave. Yet, in the end, it’s the simple 550-yen egg sandwich breakfast set from Doutor that remains the flavor I miss most.

We can never truly return to the past or recount every concrete detail of "that time" with perfect accuracy. Sometimes, when you look at a photo, the feelings can only be described in fragments like "happiness," "nostalgia," "solitude," or "sadness." I often regret not putting more effort into keeping a proper diary, only to realize that the "vessels" in these photos have been quietly recording it all for me. Even if the moments were brief and fleeting filled with feelings so simple yet tinged with regret—this is the story that the "Vessels" pattern seeks to tell.