I am showing an old French film from the post-war period for an opening. I say that bad things always happen to me, while others go through life carefree. Someone in the audience says dismissively that they would like to have my life, implying that I have it so easy. I play the film, but it starts at the end. I rewind it. I use a knife to cut a deep hole in a board so that the knife disappears into it.