<p>I can’t. I’m always on the run, always, perpetually, continually, endlessly doing something involving the concentration of the mind, and psyche. Oh my goodness! I want to cease myself from this vague chaos, and become a dancer for life. I want to dance. Dancing is expressing oneself through the outlet of the particular movement of the body. I want to dance nonstop; I want to breakdance. </p>
<p>I can’t dance, at all.</p>