I’ve been doing a lot more research in China that last night I actually dreamt of being there. I was staying at my colleague’s house, which had room after room of modern and antique furniture, a hodge podge dream of exotic and familiar, and I kept falling asleep. I had to tell him I can’t get up, I’m too tired. And so when I was ready to take a shower, he unrolled the shower curtain where he kept the towels rolled up – an economy of space that was ironic given the grand dimension of his apartment. I got up, almost sleep walking, working my way room to room noticing lamps, so many exotic lamps with filigree and feathers.