There are as many forms of memory as there are ways of perceiving, and every one of them is worth mining for inspiration.
Twyla TharpI walk into a large white room. It's a dance studio in midtown Manhattan. The room is clean, virtually spotless if you donโt count the thousands of skid marks and footprints left there by dancers rehearsing. Other than the mirrors, the boom box, the skid marks, and me, the room is empty.
Twyla Tharp