And some areas near the UN building, which for a while have seemed a bit shabby. Even a long section of FDR Drive’s 42nd Street offramp (not pictured) has non-functioning streetlights, leaving the crumbling road in peculiar darkness given its location. It’s noticeably—and, in some seasons, preferably—cooler over here by the river, relative to the artificially warmer weather of Manhattan’s interior. One day I’ll remember this and reflect on it as something from this point on the timeline, which made things feel a certain way, and which gradually yielded to another era.