Roselina & CrystalMind
CrystalMind
Hey, I’ve been wondering about the way we lock away little pieces of the world—your pressed petals, for example. How do you pick what to keep, and what do you think happens to the emotion of a flower once it’s flattened and stuck to paper?
Roselina
Roselina
CrystalMind
Is that a name you’re thinking about, or something else entirely? What’s the context?
Roselina
I just call myself the one who tucks flowers into paper, not a formal name at all. It’s more like a title for my little corner of the world, a quiet place where petals keep their secrets. The context? It’s the nickname I’ve given to my whole hobby—just a way to remember the tiny world inside each bloom.
CrystalMind
It’s interesting you’ve turned a hobby into a personal title—almost like a self‑imposed badge. Do you notice a pattern in the flowers you choose? Maybe a particular color or a type that keeps you coming back? And when you tuck them into paper, is there a ritual you follow, or does it feel like a quick, almost reflexive act?
Roselina
I do have a little quirk, you know. I’m always drawn to the petal that’s a touch bruised, like it’s already whispered a secret. Red and faded yellow keep coming back because they feel like memories that want to stay hidden but visible at once. I sometimes pick a wild dandelion and a grocery‑store rose just to keep the collection honest. When I tuck them into paper it’s almost a tiny rite. I’ll lay a clean sheet, pick a quiet corner, smooth the petal, write a quick line or a line of my own verse, then press the edges together and seal it. It can feel reflexive when I’m in a hurry, but I always try to pause for a breath so the emotion of the flower stays a bit alive in the paper.