Thank you masked man... Thank you masked man, from all of us to all of you. It is 4 am, woke out of a dream and thought of you after watching the last episode of Mad Men last night. I had bailed from the series somewhere around the middle of the 5th season, bitterly disappointed with the collapse of what had been perhaps the best art I had experienced in that medium. Well, I'm glad I went back, for old time sake, and gave you another chance. You did not disappoint. You now reside in that place that seems to be where the brain meets the gut, writhing in that crazy feedback loop of thought and emotion called humanity, along with Magic Mountain, Shooting an Elephant, Lem's Solaris, Tarkovsky's Rublev, and other chimeras.