What might you become?

How odd you are, a plywood chrysalis on the lawn of the Kazakhstan Embassy to the United States and Canda.

Might you become a Monarc like the sign says on front? Or maybe a Nursultan Nazarbayev, proud of your autocratic rule?

Every morning as I pass, I wonder, and I wait. What might you become?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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