“You know, people without roots are like leaves in the wind.” David jumped, spreading his thighs in mid-air, and then landed on the tips of his black hard-toe ballet shoes, spinning on himself, once, twice—I lost track. “You and I, we seek. Just drift and seek. But what are we seeking? Inclusion? Acceptance?” He was breathless, dancing, spinning, stretching. I could see two of him. David in the mirror and David in the room. We were in that warehouse, in his practice room. I sat by the radio, up against the wall, facing the wall-to-wall mirror. “But Nick,” David went on, running across the room, his weight barely shaking the hardwood floor, “his roots are so deep and strong, he can withstand any storm, any calamity. He can go anywhere and never leave himself.” Finally, David stopped, his th
