I'm packing lots of little boxes of cookies. They also contain sound pieces. I want to take the boxes with me on a trip, as I will also be attending a promotional film festival where I want to give away the pieces of music. I listen to the music and sounds with others. Do the others mistrust me? Are they jealous?

I'm in my flat. Something needs to be delivered. I ask M. to get A. A. stands in the entrance with his arms folded in front of his body and waits. I tell him that I don't need his help as it's to be delivered in the house itself. I ask him if he needs anything to eat. I look in a cupboard. I can't open the door by pushing it. I try several times. Someone is watching me. The latch mechanism doesn't pop out silently. On top of the cupboards are many stacked flowers wrapped in white paper. They will wither. A. tells me he's working on a track and needs a beat. I wonder if I can do it or if it will sound too electronic. A. also says that he doesn't need a holiday. I wonder if he might not have enough money.