This was a silent retreat, solitary except for morning teachings. Brilliant.
(1) Note the bandaid. Also note the mudra, called Turning the Wheel of Dharma or, as I prefer, Buddhism Is the Fucking Shizzle.
(2) Prostrating on a concrete floor continued.
(3) A phase of fantastically colorful paranoia ensued. Note pupils...
(4) Result! I made it through the karmic laundromat all nice and clean.
...this is what I was looking at when I took that last one (real actual photo, taken September 5):