There is something comforting about living in Manhattan because you always know that someone else is awake too. I lived on the second floor of my building, facing Washington Sq. West, and consequently I would always always always hear people outside. Footsteps, phone conversations, cab doors opening and closing. Even at 4 in the morning. I’ve heard so many verbal arguments I can’t remember them all. Thursday through Saturday drunk college kids are guaranteed to be outside until at least 3 AM, smoking cigarettes as a social activity and making plans for the next day. Engines, horns and sirens are constant interruptions. I would wake up to the barking dogs in their fenced off area in the park, and take naps with impromptu jazz music as static noise. idk, it’s just nice to have a reminder that you’re not the only one around.
this post has been prompted by my sleeplessness in Henderson NV right now, which at night is quiet in an unsettling way.