Daytime in Manhattan induces horrible claustraphobia in me. As far as I can tell, (Manhattanhenge aside) the sun never actually shines all the way down to the street level. The (very stylish) Morlocks scramble about their business, Robert Pattinson-pale. At night the problem is less noticeable, the buildings and streets are more alive and lights reaching all the way up, more Shinjuku less box canyon pre-raging inferno.
My point is, I think I spent too many years in the other Manhattan to ever be truly comfortable in the big one.
I heart Robert Pattinson.
I heard he never bathes. That’s gross.