Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Thursday, December 28, 2006


I need to get out and party. Sitting around in once place is not me. I trust Caroline to take care of this on Sunday, and if you can trust Caroline with one thing, it's a party. I need to dance. Luc once told me that I went into a trance when I dance, and I've come to think he's right. It is moving meditation to me, sweat is my food and dance is my soul. I took ballet lessons when I was younger, but that did not satisfy. It turned a prayer of movement into a sick farce. I don't make a show of my dancing, it is for me and the other true revelers.


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