i am captured by that bright turquoise poster that catches my eye everywhere i go, brief flashes of color throughout the dreary cityscape. it smothers me and promises a Life-Changing Experience through Chinese Stories and Legends and Dance and Music. when i close my eyes images of the Shen Yun dancers in their flowy dresses are projected against the black of my eyelids and they twirl and twirl and twirl.
i recite the Shen Yun manifesto in my sleep:

1. i am Shen Yun
2. you are Shen Yun
3. god is Shen Yun
4. we are Shen Yun