There was probably a time in my life where you would’ve scared me. You’re grotesque, with skinny, jointed limbs and an exaggerated face. I can hear the gamelan orchestra you dance to on your stage. There was probably a time where the sounds of a gamelan would’ve scared me too. As I’ve grown, I’ve come to love what I thought was once grotesque. Embrace it, revel in it, roll it around on my tongue and savour it. “Someone somewhere thinks this is beautiful,” I would tell myself, “why don’t I get it?” And then I would stare at it and pick it apart until it wasn’t scary anymore. Such are all the things in life I now find most beautiful.
