Re-Watching Hairspray
- katerinakiagia
- May 18, 2022
- 2 min read
Updated: May 22, 2022

Drag your feet. Don’t jump. Not yet. Start slow. Let the rhythm slowly enter the pores of your skin. Close your eyes and see the dots. Dancing dots. Colorful dancing dots. Faster now, go faster. Don’t rush. Stay in the rhythm. Focus on the dots. How do they move? What are they? What dots? A little faster now. Open your eyes. Oh my. Your eyebrows look perfect under these lights. And these tiny beads of sweat on your hairline. You have a perfect hairline. Don’t forget the dots. Now they’re moving faster. They don’t stop moving. No, no. Not moving. Dancing. Why do I see these dots every time I close my eyes? I bet your sweat smells sweet and salty. Like peanut butter. Yeah, you definitely smell like peanut butter. You’re the peanut butter man. We are the dots. We are the dots. Everything seems so distant. We are the dancing dots. Do you think aliens dance? You would make fun of me if I asked you this out loud. I mean, don’t you think sometimes that the whole universe is constantly dancing? Slow or fast it doesn’t matter. The dots never stop moving. No, no. Not moving. Dancing. We are the dots. Tiny grains in an infinite dancing universe. And every time we dance feels like this. Like I return to a greater whole which I’ve always been a part of, which I left to visit this world. To meet you. And to return there every time we dance. Your movements are so sharp, so controlled. And you’re so serious all the time. Why are you so serious all the time? You’re too serious for a peanut butter man. Look at me. Come closer. Colorful dancing dots. Let me smell you again. Do you think there are other dancing dots that smell this good? I don’t. Give me your hand. Now jump. Will you promise me something? When we leave this world, when we return to the whole, when we get back to our round dot shapes will you still dance with me? I know that we’ll never stop moving but I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about dancing. Will you still dance with me? No, don’t tell me. Don’t promise me anything. It’s better if we don’t know. After all, there is nothing to know. Who are we and we dare to think we should know? Dots. Grains. Atoms. Constantly dancing parts of a constantly dancing whole. We are not meant to know. We are just meant to be happy. And right now, I don’t want anything else. Keep moving your feet. Keep moving. No, no. Not moving. Dancing. Slowly now. Dance slowly now. Turn. Don’t look away. Are you happy? Don’t look away. Close your eyes again. Do you see the dots? Do you see me? I’m happy. I couldn’t wish for anything else right now. Nothing else. Are you happy? Keep dancing.
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