April with my sister. Luckily, nor did my sister. Just the thought of walking among the zombie tourists made me queasy inside. And my bladder was ungodly full. There was none to be found. York after midnight. Square subway terminal, which requires an attendant to buzz you in. On top of that, you have to talk to the guy, and tell him that you really need to pee. The man gets pissed if you wait by a door for someone to come out, and then snatch it before it closes. The whole thing is one big shitshow. It keeps my brain centered. This is not because i am a sheep, or avid consumer. In fact, i rarely ever buy things that i see advertisements for. Square do this best. Budweiser products. As i marveled at all these ads, i decided to sit down in an empty chair. Since it was so late at night, there were only a handful of sleepwalkers wandering around. The atmosphere was surprisingly serene. As i looked at everything around me, i became convinced that i was part of one big advertisement. That is why most people hate it. And that is why i love it.