“Dance,” said the Sheep Man, “Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougottadance. Don’teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you’restuck. Sodon’tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou’retired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryonen okay? Justdon’tletyourfeetstop.”
I looked up and gazed again at the shadow on the wall.
“Dancingiseverything,” continued the Sheep Man, “Danceintip-topform.Dancesoitallkeepsspinning. Ifyoudothat, wemightbeabletodosomethingforyou. Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays.” – Haruki Murakami, Dance,Dance,Dance
