In the dark years, used to post photos of flowers when I was furious about some injustice, angry at inaction, mad at all the world’s problems no one in power seemed to do anything about.
I called them Fuck You Flowers. But I never told anyone that’s what they were because anger often breeds more anger without positive action, but flowers, well…flowers at least make space for beauty.
Sometimes gave me a place to put fury w/o spreading it while I worked out what I could do to make change.