NYC dishes up a slice of humanity

Slept for 12 hours, needed every second of it. Woke to the smell of coffee, low voices chatting happily from the kitchen, shafts of sunlight catching the walls.

Now am sitting on the Subway enjoying an iced coffee, there is the usual mixture of people, a girl with beach clothes and headphones talking to herself, a guy preaching offensive gibberish in a loud voice down the carriage. Cross the river on the Manhattan bridge. Go to Union Sq. Barnes & Noble, Flatiron, standing on the corner of 5th Ave, stopped at Artichokes for pizza, and half-way through our meal see a drunk guy fall over. Walked along the Skyline for a few blocks. At Grand Central Station I get goose-bumps as I walk up the steps into the main concourse. It feels like I'm home. Talking walls. Walk down 42nd St.  See a guy handing out money by the public library. Turns out to be what appears to be a social experiment. Sitting in Bryant Park. Feel the gravel between my toes.  Watch small birds bathing in the sand.

 The more I acclimatise the more I realise the vast scale of this city, and just  how populous it is. Also the number of beautiful women from all walks if life. Head to Times Square and see some topless women with American flags painted on  them and a guy dressed as Spiderman approaches a jew, shakes him by the hand and greets him saying 'Salam Allah Aleikum'. Surprised to hear a song by Bastille in Starbucks. In the bedlam of 42nd St. Subway Station in rush hour hear strands of an unidentified piece of classical music in my head.

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