In my mind, I wanted to tie this to this metaphor that I’ve been thinking about a lot because all I think about are metaphors and cats. My idea was that life itself, and who people actually are, can be greatly reflected in how they dance. I really think that. And I don’t mean how good you are, I mean your willingness to dance. You can kind of tell, if you go to a house party and you see that there’s like this group of people over here that are too cool for school and they’re over here and there just like ‘oh my God. Those people are dancing. That is so weird that they’re like dancing.’ You know, those people, I don’t feel like, are having as good of a time as the people they’re making fun of. The people who don’t care how they look dancing, cause they like dancing. I’m not projecting or anything. But basically, I love the idea that you can tell who someone is by how they dance. And so we started talking about ideas and we basically decided that we would get this huge group of incredible professional dancers, of all different types of dance, and throw me into the middle of them and see what happens.

Being white means never having to think about it.

I love coffee. I sometimes get excited at night thinking of the coffee I’ll get to drink in the morning. Coffee is reason to wake up. There are other reasons, of course. But coffee is the incentive, at the very least.

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