Andy Warhol and I are stuck in an elevator. The alarm button’s faint glow lights up his face. He looks a scream.
At first, he doesn't want to talk. Then he begins to hum softly under his breath what appears to be an elevator song.
'Are we far from the ground?'
'Why don't you peer down the elevator shaft?' Andy suggests.
'Didn't you once make a film about this building?'
'Yes, when it was one of the world's tallest buildings.'
'Maybe it still is?'
'I doubt it.'
I fail to ask Andy anything remotely interesting for the next two hours.
What a lucky moment, what a missed opportunity and what a grand essay.
So man, I said I’d try and keep up with your Stack.
And now, I’m stuck in a lift with you and Andy. And now…I’m the guy who has to find something interesting to ask you both. Oh dude.