Against expression.
Really?
All this endurance of the business and the cruelty to arrive at reticence–– and retention?
A hold-back project, as nostalgic as self-loathing, even where the self is accidentally yours.
My son is also against expression, mostly anxiously, surprised or unsure that he is also a container –– until periodically he arrives at a consensus and participates –– shitting copiously, and gratefully.