Mexico City.

I am sitting in the living room of my friends’ apartment in Mexico City. I came to visit, in part because I have pending business with them, in part because these are dear friends, and in other part because of “compromiso”, it simply had to be done.

It will be impossible for me to write a good account of the day, or any insight, because when I am accompanied by people I cannot focus on the screen. I am reminded about the time I was trying to program the Color game in the morning, and María was telling me about some inane thing that someone said on Reddit. I felt anger at the interruption and I expressed it, and she was hurt. I see that in the matter of work, I should try to separate myself from people, for nobody knows the amount of concentration that is required when work is sacred.

Nobody will understand the sacredness of work.