1:23 AM. I stop and take a picture. "How many times did he do this?" I ask myself. Walk through 14 blocks lost in his own thoughts while the background was nothing but a blur, in this city full of fancy buildings and beautiful people. The red blinking hand suggests I should stop, but I look both ways and cross the street anyway. It's 27 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but I'm not cold and I just keep on walking.