A change of place, a change of pace. Trying to catch the right wind, not to crash into one of those annoying skyscrapers. Put on a nice shirt and show up at work, put oilskins on and climb up into the rigging, put sweatpants on and stay at home. The people in the subway won’t mind whether you’re with them or not. Rome wasn’t build within a day and neither was Athens, you think to yourself leaning over the sink, trying to get these red stains out of your shirt.