Zan Yamashita/Ezra Dickinson "Lefta foota! Lighta foota! " barked Yamashita, as Dickinson furiously kept pace with his dance instructions, dipping and leaping and falling in a complex choreography. Every now and then, Yamashita would go slower. "I drew a circle with my pen," he said, speaking of frustration in the writing process. At another point, he described a haunting memory he had, of seeing a cyclist killed in a traffic accident. …
