The Kiss, The Blur and The Beforetimes

Notes on a Year Without Touch

It begins like this: his sister is a yoga teacher. His best friend is a record executive who owns the yoga studio. I am an avid yogini. We are at a yoga event on a Saturday in Chelsea—the kind where the latest guru packs a room with 300 people and their mats and there is practice and chanting and music and warmth and your body is suddenly able to do thi…