I had a very strange dream last night. I was in London for a meeting but it wasn't London as we know it in the 21st century. It was very grimy, the air was polluted, and not many people were about. I had some time to kill before my meeting so I decided to take a walk around Soho. It was quite early so places weren't really opening up yet for the day but down a little back lane I came across a shop with the sign JANUS over the door. It wasn't open but as I stood looking at it the owners arrived to open up for the day and agreed that I could go in and have a look around.
It was quite gloomy and dusty inside - nothing like the Janus shop I remember on Old Compton Street. There were a small number of enlarged colour images from the covers of old Janus magazines but for the most part everything on display for sale was produced by hand, Someone had spent hours writing out longhand stories from old magazines that they had memorised and there were hand-drawn sketches of some of the photos that had appeared in those magazines. I didn't know what to make of it but at that moment one of the staff discovered a dead bat on the floor.
Like most dreams it just sort of ended there without any satisfactory conclusion. All rather post-apocalyptic although it wasn't scary - it just seemed entirely natural. Perhaps this global pandemic thing is getting to me!
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