"Not everyone awake at this hour is an insomniac. The city is alive with doormen, delivery boys on bikes, street sweepers, homeless people, hustlers, prep cooks popping up out of trap doors in the sidewalk. I make a point of waving or nodding hello when I can. I have come to believe that kindness is repaid in unexpected ways and that if you are lonely or bonetired or blue, you need only come down from your perch and step outside. New York—which is to say, New Yorkers—will take care of you.
Bill Hayes, Insomniac City
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