It is late in the winter afternoon. I am out in the near countryside by the river. I am on a bicycle and need to get home at the end of a day’s work on the path by the river. It is getting gloomy and I have no lights with me. I judge that I can make it back before it gets too dark. I take my bike over a style down toward the river and start cycling, but soon a fog comes from nowhere and as I pass under a bridge over the river, everything is grey, completely grey. Nothing is differentiated. All I can see is grey. But I keep cycling – as if I am going with my eyes closed. Then eventually I think of stopping and wonder what to do.

Later I am working for some futuristic government agency, in a building that is at once futuristic and decayed. It is darkish again. There are a number of us – in uniforms, men and women and I think someone is lost and we are gathering to go to lunch. There is humour but there is something uneasy.