I disliked the lack of control, and blob-like structure. Each ball is smushing into each other—almost uncontained. As someone who likes being in the control—I hate that it is not controlled, it is infuriating. This reminds me of a dream I have where I am becoming huge, like a balloon, except there are thousands of balloons expanding with me—filling and filling till there is no space in the room. I can never escape these dreams (or nightmares.) I think it relates to feeling big in my body, and how I feel like I am just growing and growing, which in a society of stick models does not make me feel good.