Last night, I dreamed I was trying to get to some studio space place here in downtown Richmond.
Andy Warhol was on the other end of the line, giving me instructions as I was walking.
While he talked, I could see a vignette in the top of the “screen” of him giving the instructions to me.
He was on an big white analog phone of course.
I never have dreams that I can remember, but this one was a keeper.
I never found the studio.

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