Heartbeat

It pumps, pulsates, trembles. Limbs twitch out like lightning in a high-voltage line. It abruptly changes direction, sometimes releasing individual parts, tumbling and flailing. "It" – that is an organism of its own kind. A creature charged with insane energy, monstrous, beautiful. Or, to put it less mystically: "It" is a group of nine dancers, huddled together, fused into a single unit. A swarm with greater intelligence, greater vitality. "It's really a strange feeling. Even though you're doing what you're doing, even though you always keep the movement and the counts in your head — somehow everything becomes second nature, becomes automatic, as if something is taking you over and you are no longer the initiator of the movement." The feeling of stress while counting stops, the brain knows ...