new york at night.
Monday, August 6, 2012
when the sun goes down in the city, apartments come to life.
the show is best viewed late at night while eating froyo on the roof and contemplating the meaning of life. once you've mastered the meaning of life, spy on the neighbors and count the water towers.
there is comfort in knowing everyone is doing the same routine. i know that our across the street neighbors go to sleep around 11pm and leave their tv on all night. i know that two apartments over lives a cat who watches the pigeons in the morning as i drink my coffee. one floor up from the cat is a young guy who types away at his computer until after midnight.
tomorrow we wake up and do it all over again. or maybe we should all get curtains.
ed and i are spending this week at the beach with family. as much as i wax poetic about nyc, it's more than necessary to peace out for a while. also, i hate the phrase wax poetic and swear to never use it again.
photo by vincent laforet (he's amazing.)