I was in Asturias touring Pablo Stanley around. They told us they always built water wells facing the mountain, so that the mountain would know its responsibility for providing water. Every Asturian well had a temple, and in this particular temple that we were visiting there were mirrors that projected a face.
Inside the temple there were some bathrooms, which were being dismantled with care, piece by piece. Pablo told them to be careful about x, because without x it would be impossible to put together again. I thought it was insightful. Pablo's face always had a smile, and I was jealous because my face was sad. We went into the bathroom and he called someone gorgeous. I was jealous because I wanted him to call me gorgeous. Then he begun showering with him. This time I wasn't jealous, but I felt very lonely and insignificant.