dancer raze you should fall in love with a ballerina, she said. hell, you should just fall in love with yourself. suction cup your soul to the tallest tree you can find and hope for the best. because whatever you're chasing, that's what you've always been. you can do anything you want to. you can do anything you like. it isn't an accident that your feet look like swollen hands. gout didn't do that to you. or evolution. or anything. we're all dancers doing the best we can to hold on, wringing grace from the dry, cracked hands of certain disaster. if you fall, i fall too. so fall. 220402 what's it to you? who go blather from