Lee Davy continues his World Series of Poker diary entry with a brief venture into what it feels like to be invisible, attacked by a man who doesn’t like meditation, and watching fish swimming upside down.

Did he just fart in my face?

That’s one of the many problems that comes with a sturdy meditation practice – you can’t see what’s happening beyond your lids. It affects me tangentially, in the same way the fly does as it plays hopscotch on my tanned skeletal frame.

I will not open my eyes.