My turn to answer the door buzzer today. This is turning into a peculiar exercise: the hovering keisaku, an ever-present threat to our meditation. But a funny thing: it ended up being more of a threat to my seductive train of thought than anything else. Sitting back down after answering it, the elaborate fantasies of a few minutes ago were nowhere to be found (even if I had managed to pick up a few new ones along the way).
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