They pay more when I take my shirt off. So then I took my pants off too. Now I wear a mawashi. Or, at least, as close to a mawashi as I can fold my fitted sheet. My hair has grown, my beard too. Both are now white. My belly is engorged by the cells that are consuming me. Consuming me from the inside out. They spur me on, these uninvited guests. Quietly, powerfully making me live my life in a way I never knew I would. I can't say I do what I do now, why this. Why I first picked up the wooden instrument and started to dance. Each day I stand on my pitch and I play. I dance and I play.