When people sell New York City, they wax about the public spaces, the energy, the bustle. It’s all street scenes and Rhapsody in Blue. But every time I pass through I find myself most fascinated by the eddies people create for themselves. The canyon walls are less striking to me than the inconceivable diversity of private spaces they contain. The professional spaces people occupy seem similarly infinite. In New York City, you can find the superlative of any niche. The World’s Best Slice of Artichoke Pizza. The-man-to-see about flipping Class B office parks in Thailand. Hollywood’s go-to photographer for portraits of superheros and comic book characters. It’s such a finely-grained city. I could put it under a Loupe and examine it for years.
Espressoing
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."