Maybes

Manhattan lies still, dark, nowhere in particular to go and unperturbed. Some nights, the city will just let you be, let you wander aimlessly as you'd like and it will not bother you. The park staff did kick us out at midnight, but 42nd street breathed patiently and I don't know how many hours passed in its lungs. A silent alarm rang this morning and shook me out of a dreamless sleep, everything looks different in daylight.

But your blood boils, all the same.