The house is rumbling again; the luxury curse of having your own washer and dryer in NYC. The unit is perhaps not up to the high standards that the Murdoch family keeps at home. It is, nonetheless, ours.

As I type this, I am absorbing a hazy art d’echo: the Chrysler Building at sultry night. It has its charm, even when hot. But the breeze, which should help, rather broasts.

Curtis Mayfield – Heavy Dude – Short Eyes OST

Curtis fills the whitespace. Otherwise, cars on the BQE, but fewer this evening for sure. It’s almost as if humanity is conscious of itself. Time to respect nature; respect heat; in the same way you respect a blizzard by not driving through its wake.

This is life, in the Apple.