Last night I had a dream I was sharing an underground bunker with Quentin Crisp and a war was raging above us by two female armies.
One faction was a Nazi-like army of women and the other was an Amazonian type. We were in the underground bunker which was actually an underground stage floor of a dance club.
We decided there was nothing else better to do than sit around and watch the armies above. “The art of being,” Quentin chided.
I realized that I should take selfies with Quentin Crisp because in this dream I knew he was already dead. Since he was here with me and currently alive we took advantage of the situation. I took photos with my old digital camera from the nineties, a very small silver Nikon.
Eventually Michael Musto from The Village Voice showed up and then he took our picture too!
Later as the war waged on above us …