I get off the train and walk upstairs to the street, emerging from the subterranean depths. I find myself in the heart of that island of concrete and humanity that functions as one gargantuan being called Manhattan. There are nine million human bodies on this island during work hours of any given weekday. I am now fully hooked in to the elaborate web of the city, with no specific center and no defined edge. It is a four-dimensional fabric of streets, sidewalks, pipes, tunnels, bricks, steel, glass, graffiti, stores, galleries, parks, homes, relationships, interests, communities, scenes, systems, dreams, intentions, histories, hearts, and minds. And despite all the diverse systems, those amnesiac minds keep forgetting a simple fact: it is still One City. (more)
