I have a visceral memory of exactly what a triple pirouette feels like, the precise coordination and timing required, although I doubt very much that I could execute one anymore. After all these years away from dance I can still assume a perfect arabesque line. After a certain amount of physical training, either in dance or in athletics, certain actions become almost unconscious. I used to be a dancer, and my training was intense. The problem reminded me of muscle memory. It was as if my brain, craving stimulation beyond the meticulous working out of plot issues, had jumped to a new task of its own accord. I would be at my desk writing and then I’d be on Twitter or Gmail or CNN, with no clear recollection of having decided to drop one task and switch to another. But a few months back, I found myself a bit troubled by what I perceived to be a difference in the way my mind was working. I’ve been on the Internet since I was fourteen years old.
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