everything is connected

foxwoods:

Imagine if you go to the beauty counter at Lancôme at lunchtime, and say, I’m not sure what I’m looking for, I’d like something new, and the lady says, Do you want to be more beautiful? Is that the essence of it? – and you are slightly embarrassed and say, Yes, I guess, I don’t know, a new eye colour or something? – and the lady says, I have just the thing for you – she takes off her fake lab coat and hangs it behind the counter, then comes over to you and takes your hand – she walks you to the front of the store, smiling at you occasionally – on the sidewalk outside, she says, Trust me on this – you say, Okay – and she says, Race you to the end of the block! – You both run (she wins!) and then she says, Come on, I want to show you something – and she takes you to Heffernan Lane and shows you the one poetic street sign that you’ve never seen before – then she asks if you would like a fruit smoothie, and to share half an apple with her – and you both sit on the lawn outside the state library and sip the drinks and she pins your hair in a new and charming way before leaving you.