Stopping to watch the ancestors dance. Rethinking Australia, reconfiguring capitalism, putting out fires. Loose buttons and lost contact lenses. Trickle-down predators. On the day that the clouds are black, the heavy rain falls like silver. What compels you? What moves you? What radicalises you? What do you imagine you would have done in those circumstances? Giving form, cooking and dreaming, meeting at the threshold. Lightness and water and breathtaking love. The year in truth-telling. Writing for the future. You know how to dance. Just dance.