I arrive at F.’s studio. I say that I want to take over all Christian Meyer sites on the internet and then delete them. I would do the same with Google. I start picking up debris from the floor and sweeping. A bondage class is taking place in the large hall. F. calls me because he is looking for a cable. I don’t have one. A young man with a strange haircut needs help. F. ties a noose for him to put his arm into. A woman further back is singing. My daughter is lying on the floor, studying for school. In front of her is a small box with an earthworm in it. She doesn’t need to eat it.