The whole thing was an experiment; a dare. Some mornings it felt real –– we'd wake up in the same building and all walk up to the roof: sunshine, coffee, tea, waffles, whiskey and fiction. Maria was writing a play about a man who walked from City Hall to Columbus Circle and back every day for a year. She wasn't sure how she'd capture the idea on the stage, we all thought it should be a film. In June we started going to the movies more and more. We'd see two or even three in an afternoon. Later, at dusk, we'd walk forty blocks south then two avenues west without saying a word, just being with each other through our silence, listening for the sound of the sun setting, and allowing the city to speak for us.