Morning meditation

I’ve moved (not far, just over Winter Hill, about a mile). The new apartment is wonderful: Third floor (instead of basement); four rooms (instead of studio); wood floors (instead of nice tile); lots of double-hung windows (instead of four little ones). My new commute to work puts me on an outdoor train platform. This is the grafitti opposite where I choose to stand:


“We’re all gonna die.”

Just a shortened version of the Five Remembrances of the Upajjhatthana Sutta.