Growing up, we had never sat down at a desk; in fact, we didn’t own one. There were no spaces in our house for printed pages, for writing or reading. The shapes that the body gets into when the eyes are feasting on print were foreign and uncomfortable. Just to sit up straight in a chair all day, or to bend over a table for hours, was hard. What to do with the motion in our bodies? It was daytime, but we had to put our bodies half to sleep, to contort them and hold them like little Houdinis.
