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She dances in the elevator when no one is with her.
It's because, she says, as far as anyone who would care about these things knows, she stood with her hands in her pockets the whole time, watching the light slowly crawl up the numbers.
When she's alone, it doesn't matter what happens in the elevator. Because it's like a tree in the forest with no one around. We know that when it falls, it makes a sound. But no one is there to hear it, so how can we be sure?
But it's nothing like that, she says, because sound people can hear while your going past their floors.
You could dance like a fool, though, and no one would be the wiser.
It's a wonderful feeling, she says, like being free. More free than if you were in the middle of a cornfield, because someone could still watch, hiding among the stalks.
In the elevator, there's no one, and you can tell.
She dances for people too, and I ask her why it's so special to do it alone.
She smiles. Because, she says, I'm dancing all for myself then.
It's because, she says, as far as anyone who would care about these things knows, she stood with her hands in her pockets the whole time, watching the light slowly crawl up the numbers.
When she's alone, it doesn't matter what happens in the elevator. Because it's like a tree in the forest with no one around. We know that when it falls, it makes a sound. But no one is there to hear it, so how can we be sure?
But it's nothing like that, she says, because sound people can hear while your going past their floors.
You could dance like a fool, though, and no one would be the wiser.
It's a wonderful feeling, she says, like being free. More free than if you were in the middle of a cornfield, because someone could still watch, hiding among the stalks.
In the elevator, there's no one, and you can tell.
She dances for people too, and I ask her why it's so special to do it alone.
She smiles. Because, she says, I'm dancing all for myself then.