My New York.

The really exquisite moments are being in a place like New York, and finding some semblance of singularity.  I don't think that's why I'm a night owl... I think I'm like that to begin with.  But this hour, or those around these hours, anyway, are the sublime moments to find the time of respite in an otherwise crazed and bewildering town.  It's wonderful, true, and belonging... these moments of New York experience outside of something anyone else is privy to.  And in three hours, give or take, the experience will be totally unattainable.  The price?  Absurd.  Never to be had again.

Here we go, Day 246: