I meet a woman. Her face is very close to mine. I kiss her on the cheek. I am like on a journey, leaving and returning. I want to spend more time with this woman.

I play music for a bondage performance by F. I play sounds and noises, someone films me doing so. I want to make music, but I don't have a picture on the mat in front of me. So I can't record or loop anything. Someone else sets up his instruments and thinks it might be his fault that I can't see what I'm playing. I say that I'm going to stop. I'm frustrated. F. comes up to me and asks if I want to be sad. I say I'm sad because I like to play, I like to improvise and discover new things in the music for the performance.