Can dancing prepare democracy for dystopia? | Nicholas Rowe

I remember a conversation um that I had with my daughter Sama. She was about 7 years old at the time. We were on a car journey, a long road trip, and she'd been silent for some time, which was quite unusual for her. And then suddenly she emerged from her reflections and declared, "I hope that when I die, it's because an asteroid hits the planet and that it kills everybody and none of you have to mourn me. " I looked back in the rearview mirror and saw her younger sister, Yaffa, sitting beside her and lookin ...