I still remember flying back to Chicago on a red eye. I got into Midway airport, which at the time had all the charm of a poorly maintained bus station, and hopped on the L slightly before dawn. It was filled with sleepy commuters, all in that hazy, slightly vulnerable state we're in before we've really woken up. And I was filled with a deep love for humanity, for each one of those beautiful dreamers going about their lives. I could have hugged them.
I smile with so much solidarity reading this. This is one of those anecdotes that makes so much sense to someone who's been there, but probably sounds like gibberish to someone who hasn't. These are the words of someone who's been there.
I smile with so much solidarity reading this. This is one of those anecdotes that makes so much sense to someone who's been there, but probably sounds like gibberish to someone who hasn't. These are the words of someone who's been there.