Who will dance alone?

We are born into difference and yet each of us – like salmon migrating to spawn – struggle towards similarity; conformity ever the price of acceptance. 

Day by day I watch as stars coalesce into a single bright light, to which the next generation of pinpricks gravitate in turn.

What is this song, this hypnotic chorus, which we are so eager to join?

What we sing, we do not yet understand: we sing our history.

Our gravity is sentiment; difference is always careless. ‘You like me like you’ to bind us in the darkness.

Who will dance alone? No-one?

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