Dance

Because it already belongs to me. Because it is the true me. Because it is born unto me. It is a simple honest feat to discover what one truly is. The bloodline from which I came, bestowed on me by my parents and forebears. My family is an extension of the self. Ever since I took to choreography, I was going to leave the molly-coddled environment. Ever since I decided to move out at twenty-six, living alone has given me greater strength for creativity. But why does it take moving out to realise that a left-hander finds it hard to use a can opener? This belated realisation spurs me on to seek the exclusive language of left-handers. As I happen to be a dancer, I find it easier to feel when I dance. The left-hander’s latent energy flowing inside the body, in the nervous system and in the mode of thinking. Constitute what is absolutely touching.