I have always loved commercials. Not commercialism, but commercials.
The well-made ones, at least. The ones that tell a story, without words. The ones that let you spy on mysterious behavior, then discover its heartwarming purpose. The ones that let you into a world where all colors are coordinated, and all humans move in harmony.
My brain craves this particular kind of beauty – stimulating yet reassuring, consistent yet novel. It costs millions to create such minutes, and the real world is messier. So while others leave to get more snacks, I stay and soak it in.