I dreamt of

code.

C# code, to be exact.

Inspired, I dreamt of how to debug my mischievous code.
I [F11][F11][F11] through the code in my dream... stepped through almost as if it were physically before me in a gigantic scrolling window I could
[Enter] + || + |>.

I finally found that fickle little bug in the while(true) loop, so I tinkered around to add the appropriate nuts and bolts -- add some bells and whistles too just for kicks -- like a mechanic would, working under the hood of a car and billing you excessively for labor costs.

Finished, I took a deep breath ==> Ctrl+F5 ==> I held my breath and frantically wished upon some airplanes and shooting stars. I fantasized the graphs outputting all correctly, dizzying random walks of vivid colours and shapes, celebratory fireworks filling my vision.. . . .

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And hence, is how I figured out the solution to my coding dilemma this morning.

And I see

a traffic jam of confused dazzled tourists. tourists who look towards the sky and then everyone looks up but I see nothing there. tourists who block the sidewalk with two strollers and a fat kid. tourists who ask me if the uptown train goes up Manhattan or down. tourists who think real-life NYPD cars are so cool to take a picture of.

Half way down the obstacle course of 42nd St., I quit the sidewalk to walk in the bus lane (where you can see the other real New Yorkers are). My iPod in, my heels clicking fast my blazer ruffles in the slight wind -- my look solidly says Don't Bother Me. F*ck off, tourist people and advertisement people and street vendor people and homeless people and drunk people.

And so the day ends.

I see

Every morning, the streets of Times Square stream columns upon columns of worker ants, like little tributaries flowing to a parent river. They rush in tandem from the far West side, through Port Authority, to Times Square and beyond.

And so the day begins.