We want extravagance. We want 80 pairs of shoes and dead fish and Astroturf. We want to waste less. We want 400 people. We want to be paid. We want to save the world. We want the world to be worth saving. We want to speak with our bodies. We want to sing a song our voices won’t reach. We want mystery. We want to make the best dance that was ever made. We want to drink without being hungover. We want to save all dances from obscurity. We want people to laugh and we want them not to laugh. We want rhinestone body suits and ostrich feathers. We want to destroy capitalism. We want to dance to music. We want longer hamstrings. We want to resist temptation. We want to be disgusting. We want to get a date after the show. We want a parcel of wild land. We want to want less. We want a green Bible. We want to be loved. We want lipstick. We want snacks. We want clarity. We want to be naked in the rain. We want to be better people. We want to know why. We want to be virtuosic. We want tree frogs and glitter. We want to visit everyone. We want good weather.
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