Eyes closed, I found memories

kitchen table, chair with tools underneath

my parents' legs, my brother's stroller

my back's silhouette to viewer

I picked them up like thin weightless tiles

tried to melt them in a white fire

hoping to repurpose some emotions

Me resisted this small start (art)

But I look forward to being me

without tiles of the past

The transformation of the cat

through curiosity

Medeu, Almaty

It was like a holiday, every time. Men sharpening blades, music playing, shirtless people, backwards skating, dancing, in the mountains. People bound together by this strange, amazing activity. A holiday embedded into me, a child, forever. I look out at the these and I plot: for my kids and my inner kid. Let's go!