Bashenga never thought he would actually put furniture in his room. From the moment he was born, he detested the idea of anything physical.
Physical things could be broken. Destroyed.
And as a being who resented the function he was born with, Bashenga never really wanted anything around him that he could destroy.
But his parents brought him out of that negative thinking. Albeit not knowingly.
It was a combination of watching his father care for his sports memorabilia or watching his mother sincerely admire her food before she devoured it, as well as watching them marvel over colored lights in the wintertime.
Their behavior, as well as their constant presence made Bashenga realize that the physical was comforting. It was a form of support that he was unnecessarily depriving himself of.
By telling himself he didn't need anything, he was unknowingly telling himself that he didn't deserve anything.
