"Living in New York can leave one feeling invisible. The city is indifferent. And you are but one in the sky of eight million stars. It can compel you to act like a child, to shout, stamp, and punch to get attention, to prove you actually exist. Maybe howling at each other is like planting a flag in the soil, or carving your name in a tree for next season's campers: It's just another way of saying 'I wuz here.'"
Jane Borden, I Totally Meant to Do That