I imagine a place where people speak some language I don't know, a small village, maybe, miles from anyone, where a cozy, warm fire crackles, the only sound at all beneath an enormous, deep blue-black sky quiver-full with stars. It's not this guy's home, probably, but there's somewhere like that, where they've heard of New York, but only as a place out there in the world that has no real impact on them or the people they love whatsoever.
One year ago: Politics at Dinner
Two years ago: Not Really
Three years ago: He Found Them
Four years ago: Context
Six yearx ago: Allocating Your Time
Seven years ago: ...and now I've got it too