But the crowds remain.
Heat got at me on Albany and Greenwich. Felt I might tip over. Took some shaded shelter on Thames Street, where I solemnly watched an elderly couple enter the Cloud One Hotel, but don’t remember much else except thinking I needed to get back to the kinda-air-conditioned office. The other side of this building is abundantly air-conditioned but not this side, and no one knows why.
I don’t know why I chose the word “solemn” just above. The women seemed serious, and perhaps unhappy to be re-entering this hotel at that moment. I wanted to know their story, until a moment’s reflection convinced me there was little to be told. Their stories would be as empty as mine.
