New York City thrums with an electric life force that makes the hair on your arms stand on end with anticipation. A city where steel and scuzz come to a crossroads. It’s a city of overwhelming impossibility at every turn: with too many bodies, too much noise—too much of so much. The city will eat you and spit you out, and if you don’t learn how to dance in the stomach of the beast, you won’t make it out alive.
