Last night I had a dream in which David Bowie and I were kindred spirits. He dropped his keys on the street, and I picked them up to return them to him, unaware of who he was until I looked him in the face. We became fast friends and then went our separate ways. Some time later, when the world started ending, we unknowingly ended up taking shelter in the same diner. We sat under the counter, watching flames lick the windows and meteors fall from the sky.
I think, if the world were to end in my lifetime, I would enjoy watching it burn with David Bowie at my side.
