4:37 p.m., avenue de France, Paris 13e.
To be dancing every day, without any exception, in the real states of the body, it’s also to be dancing the days when we’re tired, sick, overbooked, the days when the weather is grey and humid and when nothing calls you (the only daily news seems to be the extension of the State of Emergency). Finally, it’s to be dancing the days and places, where we wouldn’t. Those are the days of my most quiet, less visible and most radical commitment.