I have a different father, I am a different father. He reminds me of a Belgian dancer. I see modules on the wall as connections. Hello father.

I go with my brother, I have long hair, but I know I'm bald at the back so I want a haircut. Someone makes an appointment for me. I walk on alone to the hairdressing salon. I see T. standing there in a jumpsuit and walk past the window. Then I go back again. There are a lot of people now. The door to T.’s room is closed. She must already have a customer. I go out again, meet her and talk to her. She asks me why I didn't come to her when I was walking past.