Buttons make me anxious. Buttons are so round and perfect. Buttons hold things together. Buttons remind me that I should hold it together. This makes me more anxious. I put buttons on a pedestal. They are the almighty object. I collect buttons, in the hope that one day I might make something almighty with them. I don’t. The buttons stay collected in a draw. But maybe they shouldn’t. Instead, I give myself and others permission to play with them.