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Today was one of those days that being in the office for seven hours didn't really pan out. Which worries me a little, given the new, considerably more expensive apartment and the initial payment, first month's rent, deposit, broker's fee, that I took out of my checking account today, bringing my balance under $1k for the first time since the end of the summer. Of course, since July, not too many weeks have gone by where I haven't put a respectable chunk of change in the bank. And, if a checking account balance of $1k is my mark, I'm already better off than ever before in my life. So really, no need to worry. I just have to remind myself, every couple of months, that these things, the logistical things, tend to work out just fine.

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This morning at the Archive, 'I'm moving out of the neighbourhood. Way up to Inwood at the tippy-top of Manhattan. It's really nice up there, and I found a great apartment, but I'm going to miss this place.' Gesturing. This place. This coffee shop. This coffee shop is the heart of this neighbourhood, in a way.

And just now, up on the roof, the wind blustering and threatening to pitch me over the razor wire and keep me here in Brooklyn for good. The side-on view of the Manhattan skyline, the Empire State Building lit up red and green tonight, the Chrysler Building, The Citicorp Building, all the rest. Encapsulated, laid out as if on a movie screen in front of me. The full dome of the sky overhead, no taller buildings than the one I'm on top of for about half a mile all the way around, clear. Clear enough to see dozens of stars. Hundreds. Clearer than I've ever seen it in New York City. Clear enough to make out the constellations. Orion. The Pleiads, all seven stars, even with my less than perfect eyesight.

I really have come to love Brooklyn. And Brooklyn is saying to me, 'I know how you feel about stars. Take a moment. Lie down on my rooftops. Look up at the sky. The stars are up there wherever you are. Keep them in your heart, and I will be happy.'