I'm at a festival. I'm tired, I want to go home, I've hardly eaten anything. I go with a man who is not beautiful, we meet a woman, G. We stand in a triangle and masturbate together. G. is aroused and we all three come together. G. thanks us and I kiss them both on the mouth in appreciation. The man and I move on. I tell him that he looks more beautiful now, that he is changing and opening up. You can see his beauty showing. He wants to talk about it, find out more. We come to a place where there are small boxes containing strange musical instruments that react to movement. I play them by drumming over them. Beautiful and weird sounds are created. F. is looking for me because I'm making the music for a piece. A man arrives. The man, who wasn't beautiful before, says that he should call C. On this phone, or rather on the other one where it costs nothing. The man who was beautiful before doesn't know that I'm C.’s husband and the other man is her ex-boyfriend. I don't say anything.