As I stared into the rural suburban night, as I oft do- pondering why exactly the simplicity of the night is so truthful- a comparison came to mind regarding the night, and NYC. See, in a way, they are exactly alike: both have players (in the city, it's the people; in the night, it's the trees and objects) which can cast parallel shadows that never interact. And then I see that this similarity contains a major distinction: while the activity of the city would intuitively be said to be full of life, it can really (in that ideology of apathy) be disappointingly silent. The night, on the other hand, oft conjures an image of "silent" or "still," yet if considered more closely, is marked by a liveliness and fullness that is unmatched by the more overt action of the city.