I visit a woman in a prison. I sit down with her on the bed in her small room and hold her hand. It feels good. I lie down and fall asleep.

I go outside and meet another musician at a rest stop. We are both wearing suits. Mine shimmers blue in the light. I think we could record music here at the rest stop. The other musician listens to some demos of mine in which I am singing. I go into a house and look for something but cannot find it. I flip lots of little switches to turn off the lights. One candle is still glowing. Should I have another beer? A woman is there. I do not need a key.

K. stands in front of a mirror. In the mirror he is white. S. sits in front of me with a camera. He pretends to take a photo of me, but he is filming. I think my expression looks old.