Where sleep doesn’t exist, liveliness and energy fills its body instead. The people within go to sleep but the lights, the streets, the movement never does. With millions of nationalities, not just a few. American, Dutch, French, Ukrainian, Russian, Mexican; all mixed into one. Diversity fills it veins, the blood of mankind flowing through the streets and making its way slowly through every village, every borough. It’s heart beats to the sound of the music, the energy of a million souls whose stories each differ, but come together as they each try to make their way in the world. Musicians line the streets with drums, guitars, keyboards, even just their vocal cords. The heart beats with every note that filters day in and day out. It’s feet carry the weight of the world; students, workers, celebrities, artists, an average person just trying to survive the burden of expenses and taxes. The nose is full of scents that are so familiarized they are almost engraved in its brain. Smoke, garbage, human pee, dog pee, exhaust, pizza, hotdogs, caramelized nuts. Its body never stops, never sleeps; always lit up and always buzzing with life, energy, determination. Its hands touch the lives of so many, holding a plethora of things but never once dropping anything; Futures, memories, inspiration, grievance, comfort, ambition.
The ears are constantly ringing, the sounds never stop. The only time they aren’t heard is simply if they are toned out but they always remain; People, cars, subways, sirens, instruments, animals. The sounds are what keeps it awake, like a never-ending alarm, perhaps that's why it never sleeps. The eyes are pierced with so many images at once, its eyelids are forced to stay open, never once falling, always something new to see. The images of skyscrapers, the wrath of the lights, diversity, fashion, and people who are just trying to make their way. It sees hope, it sees empowerment, it sees change, it sees pride. It sees New York City, the city that never sleeps.