I want H. to learn how to meditate. We’re trying to find a time for it. I walk barefoot to a restroom. Another man enters the restroom barefoot as well. I’m afraid of stepping into urine, can’t find a free stall, and wait until the man is done. Afterwards, he puts his feet into water to rinse them.

A man is sitting in front of an analysis tool and notices that there is a major chord in his minor-key song. He transposes the chord to minor, but he’s so used to the major one that he doesn’t know what to do. I understand him well. Then I run or glide up a hill, but I don’t have enough momentum to reach the top.