i warn you, I’m hardley eloquent, or for that matter legible, at this hour in the morning. Or any hour in the morning.
I’m beginning to think they run a demolition derby outside my apartment every night. If possible, I prefer to sleep with the window open. But at those times, I hear the loudest crashes, screaches, and roars. Of course if I actually drag my lazy butt out of bed to see the wreck of the Titanic, there is nothing out there. How can anything make that much noise and not be in pieces.
For that matter, how can any city never stop. They say New York is the city that never sleeps. Well bullshit. I visited New York just a year ago now, and at night time, things got noticably quiet. (granted I was on the 27th floor). But downtown DC, which on the weekends becomes a ghostown complete with rambling sagebrush, during the weeknights could make a auto factory seem like a quiet little campground.