One reason I like the idea of having a blog is so I can document my collections, partly to feel okay getting rid of some of these things that have collected me more than I collect them. I typically don't set out to collect something. It's more like I just can't throw it away. Take-out chopsticks are one of those things. I probably started keeping them several years ago when I was first living in New York and getting lunch delivered to the office almost every day. At some point they found a spot in a tackle box I've dedicated to storing other ephemeral objects too charming to part with.
Maybe they feel too special to throw away because they're made of wood and wrapped in interesting papers, like gifts. So different from the more commonplace plastic forks, knives, and spoons. The variety of wrappers makes them very collectible and fun to see assembled.
The thin paper, poor print quality, and kitschy graphics also draw me to them. The instructions on the back remind me of hieroglyphics—instructional and pictographic. I love seeing how each pack treats the common elements and contributes to the vernacular. And I'm starting to think I have a particular affection for things that aren't meant to be around very long because they feel more authentic than things that are designed to last.