Status Updates From Le Danseur de Manhattan

molly was right this is a ziz book

“But how could you love everyone? If only enough of us loved enough-perhaps by some arithmetical progression, everyone would be given this gift. But that was useless speculation for those of us left behind… There was no such end for the rest of us, or glorious legacy of love: Fate in America was quite different… one went back to work, bought a house, accepted.”

“Furthermore he saw as he sat there that what he truly was in love with-or any of us, for that matter-was not Rafael, or Jesus, or the man we had been watching on the dance floor for four years now, but our own senses, the animal bliss of being alive.”

“You stand there on the floor moving your hips, wondering if there is such a things as love, and conscious for the very first time that it is three-twenty five and the night only half over… What can any man do with his life? And you finally don’t know where to rest your eyes. You don’t know where to look, as you dance. You have been expelled from the communion of the saints.”