I am in a room with other people. A mediation course is supposed to take place here. Johnny Rotten is sitting in a row in front of us. I play the song ‘This Is Not a Love Song’ while holding a wooden spoon in my hand. Then Phil Collins stands up next to Johnny Rotten. He has a bald head and long hair hanging down on the sides. He says we can donate to the museum. We set off and cyclists come towards me. A woman complains that I am blocking her way. I say, ‘Where else am I supposed to walk?’ In the past, I wouldn't have known what to do with my anger. Now I have learned to breathe, which is what I do. I have to pay at a ticket office. But I can't find the right change. I'm holding a bar of chocolate in my hands and want to pay with the pieces of chocolate.