Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me

by Bill Hayes

I have come to believe that kindness is repaid in unexpected ways and that if you are lonely or bone-tired or blue, you need only come down from your perch and step outside. New York—which is to

say, New Yorkers—will take care of you.

the only thing worse than having insomnia was having insomnia next to someone who falls fast asleep and stays soundlessly so till morning.

The god of sleep has an identical twin, Thanatos, the god of death. Spring Shadows