I am in a city, and have a destination, with my father. The travel involves subways, and going places like the airport. There are attractions, like museums. The destination becomes something which is abstracted and ideal, and the distances grow longer. We are now outdoors, and the city has fallen away. Sylvia is there, we have lunches. I have come down off a large plateau, and with much recent success become happy and confident. Sylvia is less so, and she offers me food from what she has managed to collect: a few sandwiches, one with sausage, the others vegetarian. As a thank you or congratulation to me, she offers me a sandwich, but then reserves for herself the choicest ones. I'm alright with this, and take the sausage sandwich.

The surroundings are beautiful, with trees and leaves, the sloping plateau, which cascades down into the lower reaches.

I am back in the city. I am with three people, and it becomes a game of deciding which among us would hook up with the others. As we walk, we slowly separate into pairs, and we make fun of the possible connections between us and imagine the behavior of each possible pair-off.

Back outside, museums, places. With my dad. Returning to the plateau. As we walk past a museum, we see a large strange structure outside. It is something like an observatory, but has an old marble structure. There are two large protrusions coming out from the front, each supported by large buttresses. As we get closer, we see there are kids using it as a slide. They slide down with large chunks of marble in hand and throw them out at the bottom, as a game. It seems dangerous, sliding around with these pieces of rock or concrete that look to weigh at least 100 pounds. Even worse, the kids can't lift them themselves, so someone helps them drop into the chute with them. But they seem to be having a good time.