Searching for meaning in Mad Men

Courtesy of AMC

I remember an afternoon in the spring of 2012 spent drifting through the Harvard Book Store.

I’d escaped the crush of mid-day foot traffic outside—it was probably cold out on those brick-lined streets, but I don’t really remember, and I know I didn’t really care. I’d been overcome by a keen desire to be alone, and a beautiful library seemed the perfect place to bask in the mind-swimming glow I’d been…