Anachoreography is a recursive practice of refusal. I refuse the choreographed apparatuses of coloniality, its methodologies, its origin stories, its naming rituals, and its movements. To move elsewhere and practice otherwise, I retrace my breath, loop back, and move with the opaque air. In the unseen, unknown expanse of blackness, I move inside the palimpsest of what exists prior, or beside us. Anachoreography is the feral spirit of study, waywardness, tarrying, ritual, practice, rehearsal, shoal, ceremony, series, rematriation, wake, duration, intimacy, pause, and refusal—given to us in the poiesis of black studies, ecological studies, performance studies, affect studies, and indigenous studies. If dance is the city's mother tongue, as Fred Moten says, then what secret lives inside the city, in us, before the city, as us, before the clearing, inside air?