When I woke up, and pulled the sleep mask from my eyes, it was already dark out again. An entire day had come and gone, while I slept soundly and dreamed of sweet songs drifting out of cold Manhattan air shafts. Windows open to brick walls and somehow offer just as much of a view, if you let yourself see it. The belly, all night shivering from cold or excitement (who's to say), now a mile-deep ravine of hunger. And still, the body refreshed, purged of sluggish weekday hassles, renewed with inspiration and the magic of Manhattan nights that do not end.
This is music.
How are you going to take it?
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