I dreamt that I was close to a group of artists who were organizing a big event in Paris. I was not very eager to join them, but I came up with a small event I could organize myself. It was a party for superannuated French artists. I remember only a few names I offered to my mates: Louise Bourgeois, Fernand Léger, and Le Corbusier. All I had in mind was a party without any fuss. It would be an opportunity for all of us to have a leisurely talk with all of them. I hoped for a few laughs, but that was all. Most important, no journalists would be allowed to the event. There would be no cameras, either. My mates were not very enthusiastic about my idea, but they went along with it. If I could organize it while we were in Paris, it was fine with them. When I woke up, it was already morning. I realized at once that Léger and Le Corbusier were long dead, but I was not sure about Bourgeois. When I googled her in my study, I learned that she died in 2010. Léger and Le Corbusier died in 1955 and 1965, respectively. “Hey,” I gave myself a crooked smile in the bathroom mirror, “how about a party for dead artists?”