[What is it about flowers??? You feel a little self-conscious if you touch them--needy, maybe, when you should leave well-enough alone.

The collections, however, feel a bit different--the swords carefully neutral, the food slightly fond (though in no way hungry), the hands a mix of guilt-accomplishment-camaraderie. There are other things too; a scattering of different animal stickers, particularly favoring birds and cats (melancholy-jealous-resentful); the folded papers (resigned), the clothes, including ruffly pantaloons you just know belonged to Shu (petty spite).

The surveys are also carefully neutral, like unfinished thoughts]