Here in NYC, I wake up mysteriously at 3:05 every morning.  I do not believe this to be a coincidence.  But I'm at a loss to explain time's staging of such a summons.  My initial instinct was to get out a take a walk upon waking.  But my legs are now too tired from walking all over Manhattan.  So I've decided not to venture out thusly anymore.

I think the subways provide a magnificent sampling of humanity.  So much so that I truly suspect that all the flashing lights between stops are government-sponsored alien sensor probes mapping the minds of the subway unsuspecting in order to type humanity to the bone.  Thus, today when I rode the subway, I really took the effort to brainstorm outlandish fantasies in order to skew this voyeuristic alien inquest.  However, now upon reflecting, since I don't know what anybody else was thinking/feeling/imagining/plotting, my ploy could have just as easily cast me dead center into the mean/median/mode of the status quo.

The cheese from the West Side Market is some of the best and lest expensive I've ever had in my life.  How's that for a lasting impression?  haha.

When I leave - soon - I will miss the city tempo, the inordinate number of beautiful girls navigating the city streets, and all the yellow cars.  (Somebody told me that they, the yellow cars, are all cabs - but I'm not so gullible as to believe that any city could have that many cabs.)

I will leave in peace.