Where I am from everyone can write. Everyone learns how to. And everyone is funny, so everyone can write — well.

Dancing is another story. We might do it with gusto, but to look at us is not as enjoyable as participating in the act itself. Our dancing is often arhythmic, we tend to move out of tune, limbs akimbo. That’s because we are uncomfortable with using our bodies, yet full of yearnings we are yet to resolve. So we end up releasing these bursts of movements, expressions of inner tension that are lacking in pleasant coherence one might want from a dance. The old ways — of circling, gliding, throbbing and swaying in unison — are not to our taste, and feel outside of the current time. The time has moved on, and so have we. We’ve accepted not being known for our grace in exchange for the timeliness of our world. We admit the transition to a new format is a process that’s not always smooth. 

To appease the embarrassment we still feel about our dancing, we created a separate legion that exists solely for the purpose of dance being looked at. There you will find unmatched, high pitched elegance of well-trained bodies that have nothing in common with average — by that I mean you and I. Dancing is a sure feat for the eyes, but we recognize it’s an archaism, too. These last remnants of the nostalgic past will be phased out over the next ten years as we adjust and grow into the new format.

I have more fascinating things to tell you today about where I am from. About our cuisine for example. Admittedly today we are less satisfied in this area, then we would like to be. We pride ourselves in being ourselves, and we see it as part of the course — our transition to the new format is yet to be complete. Those of us who are still in process, happen to be from regions that produce very skillful cooks. We don’t see it as a conflict of interest, or even an impediment, or a question — is it more important to enjoy eating, or being together? Collectivity overrides such trifles as recipes by those with whom you share DNA. Together we’re stronger, bigger, more useful to each other. What can you really do alone in this world? Where modesty is concerned, for the sake of collective, we must adjust our palette and streamline the process of harvesting and preparation. Even if, for now, our cooking is less flavorful than it may have been prior, it is also more generally digestible. As an added bonus, you know exactly what you will find in each other’s coldwell, and that your body will accept it without any side-effects down the line. There is always the possibility of improvement, of course. And we strive for it in all that we do. I’m not worried about our progress and remain a strong believer that our cooking skills can and will improve.

Where I am from we don’t worry much about language. We say, feel free to use what you like. As long as we can understand you. And we can understand our own language best. Please do take it as an invitation to learn, with no obligation of course. I’d been recently told that in the original language, in verboten v is pronounced as f. I don’t understand why one would abide by such nonsense, as using v as an f, but there is a place not too distant where such confusions are still a way of life. We don’t judge how others do things, and wish them the best of luck.

We like to talk even more than we like to write. Talking is done in the warmest of rooms that finds itself closest to the hearth. Here, we gather and talk, often long into the night. We had been partial to the intake of potions — owing to the cold climate. We know that, although long used as an excuse, in fact, our tendency for inebriation has nothing to do with the climate. It might be a way to forget, or so the rumor mill goes. Personally, I see it as just an old habit. And a deep seated one. We are working on changing ourselves, though many wonder what, and more importantly, whom this change would be for. Are we unhappy with the way things are? Too large of a question to answer, it’s also outside my clearance, and besides, there’s every day to be enjoyed and lived at full speed. What we know is that substances' bans we had tried in the past had only produced their replacements. Upon many discussions and long periods of reflections we’ve decided to lift all prohibitions, and let individuals make their informed personal choice. Where I am from, we prefer not to dwell on the past and move brightly, together, towards the future.

Where I am from, the place, all of its layers of sediment — what you call the environment, or the nature — is a beautiful thing to behold, with that we wholly agree. But we know that this intimate bond that appears to be haptic, is a complex biochemical and physical composition, a reaction, and interaction and a fleeting projection, which we still don’t quite understand. The knowledge of evanescence of matter, means we can modify what surrounds us, as necessities of our society show, and therefore — as we see fit. As always, we look forward to the new cycles of learning about the world. 

Where I am from, we are energy, transforming, together. 

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