What is it like to listen to people sip their coffee between sentences, two middle-aged women talking about Picasso? What is it like to rip the plastic tab off your cup and smile at the old man sitting on an icy plastic patio table?
I know what it's like to cast strings of gossip over your shoulder to catch someone who isn't reading.
"Things are being restructured, even as we speak."
What is it like when someone starts talking to you while you write "They're planting trees at Ground Zero".
And a man sings from somewhere in the denseness of the park across the...
I confess to having a bit of a "thing" for the Gherkin, the building on the left of the picture. My friends don't understand me, but I have a feeling that some people here would. The building on the right...