Nighttime comes fast because it is winter. Windows are far and few in my office, and I cannot watch the night descend. It comes as a surprise when I walk out the door, the small, annoying, and predictable kind of surprise, if there is such a thing. As I leave the building I am not in a good mood because I have just “worked,” and I don’t feel one step closer to anything.
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I close my eyes and feel my body rattle with the trains movement as we snake underneath Manhattan, headed downtown.
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It sucks that downtown is such an annoying word to use, with all its connotations. “Oh, she’s so downtown.” Please, shush. People who feel the need to say things like that are so uptown.