Week 1

This city is so big. This apartment is so small. We went to the library as well as Grand Central Station the other day and felt quickly dwarfed. Then last night we ate at a typical East Village cafe: tiny and cosy. This city has an inbuilt system of scale which throws you from one extreme to the other.

It also feels to me like every person here is in the arts in some capacity. Each person is either a novelist, a poet, a designer, an artist, a curator, a musician, a dancer or an actor. And then there was the hobbling black man yesterday who, hearing music  blaring from the store on a corner of Times Square, sang along, exclaiming loudly and proudly "Give it to me New York City! Yeah!!".

On Tuesday, it was St Patricks day. On that day, for one day, every person was Irish.