Andy Warhol´s look-a-like lives among us (so they say), because in this space we are unaware of who Andy is...however we agree he must have tremendous personality.
Black and white halls, a dual dimension.
The mirror does not reflect us, for we are not matter but something more...spirits of a sort.
And when Dea is materialized she is a narcissistic poet with intimidating talent.
Oh, and who is that she is showing affection to? No one other than Karime....her chicken-women-castrated-amputated-phallic-object of desire-and so much more.