Comforts.

An ever growing list of things that comfort me as the world spins uncontrollably:

• Watching Seinfeld reruns at 11pm.

• Zabar’s.

• Chicken broth.

• Blue BIC pens.

• Leaving a movie theatre with puffy eyes.

• Tchotchkes on shelves.

• Sitting in a booth at a restaurant.

• The M86 crosstown bus.

• Yelling at the TV.

• Drake’s album 9.

• The TBS 24 hour loop of A Christmas Story every Christmas Day.

• Elizabeth Taylor perfume.

• Buttermilk scones.

• The Strand 2-7 dollar book carts.

• His boyish face.

• Act 4 of The Seagull.

• Aprons.

• Laughing at the time as someone else while watching a video.

• The whistling noise from an old furnace.

• Washington Crossing The Delaware.

• Game 7 of the 2016 NBA Finals.

• Using a postcard as a bookmark.

• The eye contact with a stranger on the subway that communicates “You saw that too right?”

• “I simply love you more than I love life itself.”