Ethereal, I lift from the ground up, my parts loosening up, floating away, like off a spaceship out in the universe, as I spread myself thin in the air of my home. I land on familiar surfaces that hold me gently. My fingers on the paint of the walls, my foot slightly touching, my mind, decomposed, recomposed skimmed out thin like jam on hardwood floors, for others to step onto, and as I learn their knowledge, my mind hardens and reshapes itself above, gulping down everything and spitting it out again. Making and remaking myself every day.