It's an around-the-clock town, but this is the stretch ; from now until the garbage-grinding trucks rip the dawn to shreds, it gets as quiet as it's ever going to get. This is the deep of the night, the dregs, the sediment at the bottom of the coffee cup. The blue hours, when a guy's nerves get tauter and women's fears get greater.
......While the city sleeps, and the streets are clear, there's a life that's happening here.
Cornell Woolrich
New York Blues
illustration
Ed Vebell
reblogged from Funnster
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