If you are wondering why I haven’t been blogging a whole lot this weekend, here is the reason. When I was in Montreal, I accidentally walked into the Las Americas bookstore (which is the best Spanish-language bookstore in Canada or the US). I always resolve to avoid it whenever I go to Montreal, but once I’m there, I tell myself, “Well, I’ll just pass by and look at the newest arrivals. It isn’t like I have to buy anything.”
Once I get to the store, I begin to feel tempted.
“OK, I’ll just get one small book,” I tell myself. “There is no harm in that.”
In the process of looking for one small book, I realize I can’t choose.
“Well, I will get two small books then. One book, two books, what’s the difference?”
A few moments later, I realize that I’ve been kidding myself.
“Fine, three medium-sized books it is. And after that, I’ll just leave.”
And then thoughts about the temporary nature of being begin to visit me.
“Life is so short, and what is this small temptation in the grand scheme of things? Faced with the enormity of the universe, one should feel ashamed of begrudging oneself a few books,” I tell myself and begin lugging every book in sight to the check-out counter.
Then I come home, lie in bed, place the books in piles around myself, and achieve nirvana.
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