I lived around Melbourne for a month this January and felt overwhelmingly uncool. I thought to myself, what a fashion show of a city. I wore all black because that is what made sense for my backpack wardrobe. I had always wanted to be someone who listened to of Montreal, who liked that sort of thing. Somehow this mammoth of a song weaseled its way into my brain and did not leave. For 6 months. I listened to it walking down the street and on the tram and eventually on the bus ride to work in Wellington where it was the perfect length from Mansfield to Vivian St. And here I am dancing upstairs at Thistle Hall for the last time, the space where I came every other Tuesday to be led in movement with a group of much older women. Ingrid would ask us, what are you bringing with you today? Invite it in. And so I did and this means that I do not always flow. In fact sometimes I flail. And also roll like a crumpled hot dog. And cartwheel because remember when that guy at the park showed you how and then you demonstrated for the whole hostel? So on display? So out of character. But that’s where I was at. So full of confidence. I set up a bank account and found 2 jobs and made friends. And then I was leaving all of it behind. Seems the song holds both insecurity and capability. Both ends of the spectrum, naturally.