Happening now in a large white victorian building on a main road in an imaginary North London or somewhere I don’t know. The house has high ceilings and is empty of furniture. I have a large pile of loose images on paper (A2 / A3 size) with various photographs and images on them and i’m holding them in my arms, trying not to drop them, I enter the ground floor living room which is painted white. There is a group of people arriving who I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure they are there to Meditate together. I see Iggy Pop walking in at the same time as me. I’m pretty sure I have an image of him in the collection of images and old paintings in my arms. I don’t say anything but I try and find it to show him; not acting like I’m amazed that he is there and trying to be chill. Everyone enters the large empty space and finds a place to sit on the floor. I struggle with the images and abandon this idea. I think we close our eyes and I drift off. Next: I’m in s...