This blog was born as I lay flat on the floor, well into the second hour of a guided exploration of my breathing apparatus. Strange things happen to the mind when you toy with your oxygen intake for extreme lengths of time...
The absurdity of my situation collided with how purely sensible it is.
I follow the path of least resistance while maintaining the integrity of my overriding delight in dance, and I find myself turning pirouettes and rolling around on the floor in Austria, stone broke but with a smile on my face. Miles away from sense and stability, stuck in a community of maybe fifty dancers, ranging in age from 16 to 30 and in nationality from Colombian to Polish to Hungarian to French. Spinningly disoriented.
I never was so great with spotting.
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