I said before that I admire classical musicians, and I'm extending that admiration to dancers. They are strength, and grace, and beauty—unshatterable crystal figurines, elegant lines, chiselled forms.

I wonder if Hokuto ever danced.

She had the body for it: long legs, narrow waist. She wasn't ungraceful, and I remember her outrageous tutus. I can picture her poised in fifth position, standing on stage and waiting for the red curtain to rise, to reveal her to a faceless audience. I can hear her pointe shoes hitting a studio floor as she lands her jumps, setting her feet down toe-ball-heel.