Insha had no clue where Hula Hoop came from: both the idea and her own object. This felt weird. It must have been around for a long time. Insha’s Hula Hoop was always present in her house, since she could remember: big, round, and shiny, and so dynamic and light when put in motion. This was the most beautiful object she could imagine. It was perfect. She kept it hanging on the wall like a picture, when it was at rest. The only problem was she could not carry it around with her when she traveled. For this, she envied harmonica players. But they usually would not look as good as she did.