So here, underneath the ground of the greatest city in the world, all the little Manhattanites scurry about. Rushing to and fro, from the 6 to the E, the N to the Q, white headphones dangling from ears, iPhones in hands eager to communicate, hurriedly moving across the free morning newspapers papers scattered on the scummy subway ground. At first glance, it is just a whirlwind of urban dwellers in a tizzy, overwhelming, strange and invigorating at the same time. The oddest part is the day you realize you've grown so accustomed and benevolent towards it after the day in, day out of it for so many city years. That day was today for me. Weird.