What sort of call to action is required in order to reassemble the components of an animate society, in real time and in real place?
How difficult is it to dream of bodies dancing when the new day-to-day life dictates their isolation?
What are the working conditions that could be fashioned for creators, dancers, choreographers and technicians, under the care of all those who love dance?
What kind of shared refuge can be provided by movement and all the labor involved in it?
How can we be together?

"You must be very patient,” replied the fox... “Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day…"
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince