I'm outside in a bar where I meet two producers. One of them is N. I order a shandy. The order doesn't come. We order a second time. Should I ask for it to be quicker? I let it go. I walk through a school corridor. At the end of the corridor there are two huge projections or posters where O. and I can be seen. I try to take a photo of them but the light reflects. I go out and meet myself. We walk side by side. I want to get to know myself better and see if I've changed. Or has nothing changed? Then I become my daughter. She is sitting on the street. Her skin is flaking badly under her eyebrows. What is she doing there? She's dead. My wife thinks she needs to take care of her eyebrows and skin, look after herself. I tell her how much I love and miss her. She looks at me.