I do enjoy visiting Manhattan. The bustle, the sea of skyscrapers that block the sun, the endless list of things to do to keep the mind occupied. The way people don’t bother me.  But I adore it in the way that I adore art; I respect and admire it without wanting to become it or immerse myself in it permanently.  Sure, I could live there for a while, but the sun would certainly set on my ability to handle it.  It’s why I didn’t move here a few years ago when I had the great job offer. Continue reading Chapter One. He adored New York City. →