I'm sitting in front of my screens, my mobile phone on my desk. I pick it up and speak to S. and his editor. I had forgotten that I had answered the phone. The film has been running for a while. How could I have forgotten? There's some old music of mine on the film. I'm surprised they used it. S. opens a plugin in several windows. I say I could use the same sound for the new composition, so maybe we would have a consistent sound.

I enter a room. A man demonstrates how to see ghosts. He makes grimaces and cramped movements. There are cards spread out on the floor that you are supposed to link together. The others don't seem interested in seeing ghosts. I make the grimaces and cramped movements. I briefly see a moving circle on the floor. A ghost? Or just insects running in circles? R. is there. I walk through the house, grab my things as I want to leave with C. But I've forgotten my jumper. I'm afraid of being cold. Maybe the spirits could help me find it. Eventually I find it in Z.’s house. I reverse in a car. R. is afraid something will happen. I narrowly miss another car and make fun of R. Her children think I've scratched the driver's door. But it's not from me. I say I have a marker pen that can be used to colour over the scratch.

I'm sitting in my childhood living room with my children and the neighbour's children. O. and L. want to split them into groups to get something. The children want to do it differently. I offer to go to a place so that they can split up the way they want. O. and L. are upset and leave. I jokingly say that I won't let them kick me out. After all, it's my flat. L. turns round to me before leaving. S. comes into my flat. She gives me her business card. It's big and shiny white with two photos on it. The back is blank with the printing company's logo at the bottom. I say: ‘Nice’. We go into my studio. On my desk is the small white box with my business cards. The screens show the series I'm working on. I explain to S. that they've used my old music for the edit and that I'm now going to copy my own work. Maybe that way we get back to the music that was originally suggested as the mood.