I was in a hall, someplace academic, behind at least one video camera, watching myself and others in multiple monitors. The one constant element of the scene was a sign, propped up against an old piano like ours, that said, The Unfinished Canvas. Somehow it wasnt as dumb and Andy Warhol-ish as it sounds now. Towards the end I saw someones face maybe, and my own face, swoop past the cameras at fast walking speed, and everything got bright once, twice, and then--