Sunday, a little before midnight at a bar in the East Village.
It isn’t very packed, at least not in the New York sense where packed literally means no space. 710 more words
I am sitting in a large clean white room surrounded by the cacophony of the keyboard clicks, phone calls and low tune conversations. It is fascinating and scary at the same time.I have always been a bit cautious about eavesdropping, not only because it is generally impolite, but also because it is potentially psychologically very dangerous for a person with vivid imagination. 573 more words