The pulse of the city echoes through the subway tunnels and the click of high heels on the regret encrusted sidewalk. You can feel it inhale. You can watch it swell with traffic and pedestrians and peddlers. You can watch it all dissipate, people flowing out of the streets and tall buildings back to their warm apartments and their even warmer ( Read more... )

I'm a glutton for punishment. Add me back. Go see Ratatouille.

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