Pony is an absurd, nonsensical, useless coping mechanism for the moment. It’s a question about how we start and end (or if we ever end). It’s a reintroduction to touch. It’s a life sentence to a self help seminar designed for everyone and helpful to no one. It’s a blanket statement. It’s an entry point. It’s an essay with a beginning, middle, and no end. It’s helpful if you think of the work as a door you can go through. It’s permission to work really hard and not get there (or end up somewhere else entirely). It’s about being inflexible but learning to change.