I'm in New York with N., putting together a new course for her. Is Tilda Swinton there?

Then I'm in New York with R. We're both playing the piano, improvising and recording the music. At one point I hit all the keys wildly and dissonantly. I thought we were playing in C major but it's actually in minor. The keys shift so that a large fixed key takes up most of the space. I think I should take a photo of R. and me. We talk and he says that he didn't like the part where I hit the keys too hard. I notice that he's not smoking any more and I ask him about it. Then he does have a cigarette butt in his hand. He says the trick is not to smoke with your soul. Three naked Scandinavian men arrive. It's their turn to play. One of them wants to sell me something to plug in instruments. They walk up a forest path. Their naked asses are shaking. They are very funny. I shout into the forest and a very long echo comes back. Is it the Forêt de Soigne?