新年快樂 Happy New Year. I spent my New Year’s Day dancing between China and Mongolia on the Great Wall of China. I was lucky enough to experience the wall almost in isolation with nobody for miles around, I found complete stillness at the heart of historical chaos. There’s something profound about a new year, it brings new hope and an unspoken permission to re-start. It’s like a line in the sand, a line from which point forward you can be better, stronger, or at the very least slimmer and more sober, if only for a few days. The irony for me is that I don’t want to be less or more of anything anymore. For the most part I’m a closed book, my soul is too old yet my head is stuck so far in the future that I can see the curtain call before the commencement of act one. I’m genre-less, I don’t fit, I never have and I’ve never tried to. That either makes me weird as hell, or just like you. The new year isn’t a reason to change, it’s an excuse to embrace who you truly are outside of the expectations of others.