160. The Night Before I Choose

Nova

New York feels louder at night and I had forgotten it and this feeling is almost new.

It's not noisy exactly, just awake. As if the city refuses to look away from itself. From the window of my hotel room, downtown Manhattan stretches in sharp lines and glass reflections, a grid of ambition and sleepless intent. Lights burn in offices long after they should have gone dark. Cars hiss along the streets like secrets being kept badly.

Somewhere in that maze of ...