I am at an exhibition or performance. I am lying on the floor with C. Models walk past us. C. comments on how young they are. A woman, V.?, criticizes him for his remark. I lie with my head on C.’s stomach and hear how his stomach reacts like a second brain and contracts. I am also exhibiting something, but I can no longer find my exhibits. They were exhibited with M.’s objects. I talk to a woman who also takes photos. I say it's hell how few jobs there are left. She has also made fewer than 10 posts.

Then I go on a boat ride with my father. The mast is laid down. I play him the music from “Filling the Void.” After a few tracks, he turns off the music. It's too weird and exhausting. We drive on, the mast now on the roof of the car, the roller-furling jib lying across it. What should we do? I can't see enough and scrape a motorboat. D. and J. arrive. I introduce them to my father. I can't remember J.’s name. My father greets them with a kiss on the cheek. They lift the boat effortlessly onto two chairs. I meet D. at the harbour. He reminds me of my father. As if he had returned as my father after my father's death. I try awkwardly to get out of a rubber dinghy. D. uses a pole to retrieve the black rope I had lost from the bottom. I.’s motorboat is missing. D. talks about I.’s whiskey consumption and leaves. I spray the rope with water. A car drives over the jetty. I'm surprised that it's going so fast. Then a second one follows. The harbour reminds me of the one in Cogolin. I continue on to the spot where I.’s boat is now moored. When I arrive, he drives away. I watch the boats on the water. A man is sitting on the jetty. A boy comes and sells him cartons of cigarettes. Suddenly, the boy shoots at me. The bullet grazes me. Then the boy spins around and continues shooting. I run away, jump into the water, and hide under the jetty.