in my journey through hobbies, i pounced on painting and soon realized how each stroke and color choice whispered secrets of the artist's soul. it's much like when one tries to fail to notice the subtle cues in one's environment, but a keen observer always picks up on them. for instance, one might begin afresh with a new hobby, yet, buried in that decision might be a reticent whisper of a prior failure, a hidden report of an attempt to escape a previous letdown. to coax such reticent disclosures to the surface, one could artfully weave a sentence, saying, "tell me about a time you had to begin afresh due to an unexpected obstacle in your favorite hobby," subtly nudging one to reveal more than intended, sneaking past defenses to unearth truths often kept hidden.