At first, I remember sitting on this restaurant with G(a), B. (male) and another friend, possibly B. (female). It was B(male)'s birthday, so we were having a little party. It was something really simple, though, and I remember we jokingly clapping for him and hanging around a bit. At some point, we left (or at least I did). My recall fails a little a this part.

Later, I was working with two or three other guys (I only remember a guy with big eyes and long black hair, who seemed a little older than me. There were others with us, though). We worked creating some kind of objects. We would build a gray representation of whatever it was asked, and it would be always be apart, as if we had never finished gluing the parts together or whatever. I'm not sure what those were, but they always looked like works of art. We were currently working for this rich guy. I don't remember exactly what his object was, but we were clearly overdue on our deadline. He would come over and yell at us for being late, and we would listen passively and keep silent, but when he left we wouldn't work on it any further. At first, I was a little worried. The whole thing repeated for three or four times, but in the last one the man came to us happily, smiling widely and thanking us for our work.

Another man approached us and commissioned a replica of planet Earth a little bigger than a basketball. It was an ordinary globe, but again, it was gray and cut into slices, like a watermelon. The same thing repeated - we would never deliver the final object. This time, though, I wasn't worried anymore. When the client came over to yell at us, I looked at my friends with knowing eyes and realized that there was a reason we never finished our work. It wasn't meant to be finished by us. We only did OUR part, we only facilitated so our clients could do it on their own. We knew there was something to be done, realized, and in that finishing, they would learn and evolve. That was something we couldn't do for them, or teach them. Our client seemed to realize that as well, as at the next time he showed up, I remember he was happily thanking us and holding the assembled and beautifully colored replica.