I'm in a room with R. and a woman. The woman asks if anyone has any cigarettes. I say that I have some. Even a new packet and tobacco. Everyone says no, I shouldn't give her any cigarettes, she should stop smoking. I tell R. that I had given up and now I only smoke now and then.

I'm lying slightly elevated and a woman and a man are sitting behind me, playing my music which I did for a play. I'm listening. There's a boy or a man in the scene. You can see his skull, on which hair is growing like after a hair transplant. The skull looks sore. The woman says that the music is far too strong, how is the actor or actress supposed to get on stage and say his or her lines? I have something in my mouth and I find it difficult to speak. I turn to both of them and explain that my idea was that there is always a powerful presence in the room, and the music expresses it. The woman says: “Oh, you don't know the theatre imperative.”. I say: “What carnival imperative?” and don't want to sound disrespectful. The woman says it's still J. who has the say here. I defend myself by saying that I was just making a suggestion and was going along with the layout. The situation is very unpleasant.