i’m trying to go to sleep, but i’m still coming down from the mad men finale.
when a show can snap the strings and send ideas crashing through the glass ceiling, that’s the show for me.
often, i like to take a moment or two on my morning train commute, close my eyes, and just think about everything that makes me cry. then, i think about how grateful i am that i have such investment in people and ideas.
sounds a bit silly, i suppose.
but love is an immeasurable idea.