Day 12

A sadness around me, within me. It was a very quiet morning, small gathering of students. Some fun with math - my fun only? - but fun nevertheless.

Walking from the biblioteca to the 8, it felt like I was walking through it, a river of sadness.

I feel so inept, mentally mouthing the Lord's Prayer while meditating. Tongue-tied: how does one connect to those in the room, besides a rehearsed prayer? It feels so ridiculous to plead for things.