Hotel Key from Venice

It’s July 23rd 2015. Six-thirty in the morning.

I’ve spent the last three days performing at the Venice Biennale and staying in the beautiful Hotel Frate Sole.

Last night there were storms.

I woke early this morning from a strange and fitful sleep filled with dreams that felt like fragments of messages from the future.

I dreamt that it was Christmas day.

A young man, his name begins with an “S” I think, kept telling me that he knew the number of my hotel room.

In the dream I was holding the heavy old key to my hotel room.

Here is a picture I just took..