The D word becomes an M word: M as in Moving: Moving as in through: the bar, the subwoofers, the surf, sickness, the limits and non-limits of time itself. “I’m so happy you move,” says Ren. “I’ma fuck it up for you,” says Sigrid. Dance so ingrained, it’s like knowledge. That rhythm you’ll never forget. The flora of your childhood still living: you find yourself cast in the choreography of a passerby.