Status Updates From Dancer from the Dance

“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.”

“You must stick to earth, always, you must love
another man or woman, a human lover whose farts occasionally punctuate the silence of your bedroom in the morning and who now and then has bad moods that must be catered to.”

“You have been writing a journal for the past ten years, and every else has been composing a resume.”