Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter always diminishing,
less funny not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of the year,
what does he think of that?

I mean, what do I?
And if I do, perhaps I am myself again.

Frank O’Hara – Mayakovsky
Meditations in an Emergency (1957)

We have spent evenings and nights watching the Mad Men series and commenting out loud on little details in everything from cinematography to clothing and the very authentic sets. We are at the second season now and going strong, the last couple of days we have left. Good times indeed, and they will be missed.