As Expected

I really have no idea how many times I have done this before. Certain details are inexplicably different, others identical, every moment unavoidably familiar, one islet of spontaneity lost in a sea of practice. Something supposedly new, like 3-D, is pretty much as expected, occasionally subtle, engaging enough once you get used to the weirdness. I drifted off. Smoothness is good, my taste in dance less frantic, furious, desperate. I loved the locations—that monorail! Doing the same thing again is who I am, what I like, what I choose, what is given me to do.