I have this jar of artisanal jam that is probably on par with gold bullion in terms of per-ounce unit cost. When I bought it at the farmer’s market, I had all kinds of delicious visions of leisurely breakfasts. The sun is shining through my kitchen window, and I am reading the newspaper. There…
John Daley, Freaks and Geeks (‘99) and Bones (‘11).
That’s great. They’re all dead.
~ Carl Jung (via larmoyante)
