It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

One of my best friends is named David Leventhal, and it has always been a constant source of amusement to see how the similarity and differences play out in our lives.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.

Slowly would be better than not at all.

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.