Part of Saturday night was spent wandering lower Manhattan and killing time before an event Bob and I were going to (more on that later).
During non-business hours, the area around the courthouses and precincts are essentially a wasteland. There are barely any people on the streets, which makes for some prime picture-taking.
When this happens, there’s this selfish feeling you get. That the city is only yours for the taking. For just a few moments, you think it might be a good idea to run around the streets, weaving in and out of all these terribly tall and important buildings, just to get a peek at the great things that go on inside.
I have this insatiable curiosity for the goings-on and happenings of the inside, most notably people’s homes. I’m fascinated by the things I don’t know and it’s partly the reason why I subscribe to so many personal blogs. To be a little nosy. And a note to the people that have no curtains or blinds: you better believe I’m looking in.
But that’s what people without curtains or blinds want, right? They want you to look. I mean. Don’t mind if I do. I like to see what’s been done with the place.