The problem starts when you see something like pigeons (click) with your mind. A weird feeling of obligation develops, like you owe someone something. The scene demands something of you, so you feel uncomfortable. There is suspense, as you wonder if the impression is going to get away from you. Gotta fix that feeling ... so you draw it - write it - think it - even sing it.

Same problem with this bamboo. It grows on the way to my car, gently ambushing as I leave for work or lunch. The way it grows reminds me of how Japanese ladies wear the neck of their kimono, carefully placed just so. It won't do to elaborate on this at work: people smile and look at you strangely.

Hard thing to explain.