Whothefami

What would happen if we stepped off the acting script and just went to work as ourselves?

You, you, you, you, you, and you — get off the property NOW or I’ll call the police NOW.

You can’t contain a free spirit — some people don’t like that, but nobody can stop my smile.

At 35, I’m still a baby here — really. I feel like I'm in an episode of Babushkas and me.

Sometimes doing well and outshining someone doesn’t lift you up—it just triggers their ego. Bishkek taught me that the talent you bring can be suppressed, not celebrated.

You can either play or flatten me. I choose to play every time — and I’ll save this energy for those who need it in their day.

It’s rare that someone accepts me in full, so I can no longer accept less than that to be myself. Sometimes being a good human means being mostly alone.

I don’t fit in — which somehow makes me fit in everywhere.

The silence is loud. The spirit is louder. Dance. Rave. Silence. Insight. Repeat.

I was warned Bishkek was conservative. Instead, I found warmth, real human connection, and a freedom I didn’t expect.

In Central Asia, ego doesn’t move the floor — art does.

It’s not visas and accommodation that decide how long I stay in a place — it’s friction and pull.

For a few moments, a laughing child dissolved the rigidity of the entire bus.

When you abstain from quick dopamine hits, that energy has to flow somewhere — and nothing beats the slow burn of a long-term rush.