Have you ever listened to the city? Not the people *in* the city, but the city itself. The tirades of the car horns. The eloquent song of the thrumming subways. The gossip of the hissing steam grates. All around us, the city comes to life, neon veins throbbing with vitality. Are we a part of it or apart from it? No one really knows. It's been said that there are a million stories in the city, but I don't agree. There's only one. All you have to do is listen.