A lovely essay:

《I wave my hand, and then you see me. Tell me what you’re thinking about these days, and what’s going as planned, and what worries you. Let’s spend an hour reassuring each other. Let’s order another. Give up the idea that the party is someplace else for now. Return, for as long as you like, to the quiet place inside yourself that is always arriving, always traveling.》

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/06/20/magazine/hotel-bars.html?unlocked_article_code=BGsgfJTckGmhagDYulLTYCeJCY6blHaM0qkjkoATNS9yIk8MDNqA1pGeDdR6RcmqEya402guucSlw50TAdb0kQhJZM-JiBQ9tj4AORbVhY2-dXpaYom0TD2x0GTF-AvxDTFMgRLaVC3rXKxp3K6WXMjsnSA2-xprKn2OXQZyhcBQrTs1vxl569nwp3-VlaR7rP6glzgCq8So0kt_E294BNd5uDIxyGOiv0-8C4C873H-qJWVRl60PxMZoQLN15_aErbYsh8Z8YlkYc3XyI-mJaNZuByldj-Krz6bcUz0UqQpqwBGatCjvtlIeSA0BfRI7SZ9QMg&smid=url-share

(Gift link.)