When I walk into a pop‑up, I hear the gallery whispering, “Which of these treasures belong to my map?” I stop and look—if the piece makes my stomach flip, or if it sparks a whole story I can’t stop thinking about, it’s a keeper. If it feels like a random splash or just another wall filler, I let it drift. I keep the ones that feel like a missing clue, the ones that want to be in my next story, and the rest just keep wandering.