I walk towards Aven Road in bare feet. The road is flooded and I cross to the side, which has less water, but see a dead animal floating on the surface. I make it home. Then, I’m in a public toilet where a lady asks me if I had seen my name in the newspaper, because she had sent me a message for my birthday. I tell her I don’t read the newspaper.
The road returns again as a motif of my difficult life full of obstacles and my survival instinct. It shifts to a sequence of images around my desires for the future and success. Even the woman I meet in the public toilet, which is a strange location. It combines the stress with a desire to be a public figure, recognised and celebrated in the newspaper.