For a performance, I prepare to whip someone. I swing the whip. Then I think it might not be appropriate and pick up a ukulele to play to someone. Other people with instruments are around me. I accompany Nick Cave to a theatre. I hold his text. He sings and we realise how well the lyrics fit. I ask him if he changes his lyrics from time to time. Then I run up a grass-covered hill. As high as I can and sit down. Two girls are sitting next to me. I carefully try to squat and slide down, but it doesn't work. Then I think, never mind, and jump off and float without falling. I just have to watch out for the falling winds. Then I'm lying in a bathtub, with a coat and a yellow raincoat next to me. I go to H. and A. H. says we need to talk. We sit down in the bathtub together. A. at the other end. H. says I'd better look after his things. His coat has got into the water. I say I'll pay for the dry cleaning and feel like I'm not paying H. enough for everything he does. He holds a can in his hands for cleaning his coat. Have we waited long enough? He opens the tin can with an opener.