stream of consciousness A sticky note of sorts.

I have a sticky note on my computer of random internet things I’ve accumulated to return to later. I found this today while finally revisiting that sticky note. I don’t even remember putting it there but it was a sweet little surprise…just some thoughts from a NYT columnist on how we make public space private space, share it together, and get little glimpses into the humanity of strangers. 

There was something very real, very poignant- both in what is written, and how. I’ll be reading it again. 

(On a little note, art museums are beautiful places to shed some tears.)