sometimes you lie awake at night and things you've drowned deep inside your mind suddenly surfaced, giving you no chance to drown it back. you're surprised because you thought those boxes were already gone. you tied them to a balloon and they flew away into the clouds.
but there they are. sealed like the last time you saw them.
you tried balloon last time, so you try a heavy rock this time. too bad that bridge was already burned. you can't push them to the shore and off to the sea because you're afraid. afraid that it's you who's going to get drowned while those boxes laughing at you. you don't want that. so you decide to unseal the box.
one of those boxes is now unsealed. but it's still closed. you hesitated. you don't want to open it. you wish that box would just disappear. so that you don't have to choose: opening that box or unsealing yet another box. but you still have to chose. and so you chose the latter.
another one is unsealed. now you have to choose again. and so you unseal a