New York is never calm. This city, like a giant human anthill, never falls silent by day or by night. In the sunlight some streets come alive; in the dusk others bloom with lights. In the morning an avalanche of cars rushes toward offices and firms; in the evening, like a herd of bison, it spreads out through residential neighborhoods and suburbs. New York does not let a person go for even a second. And even if a New Yorker is asleep, that still does not mean the city itself is sleeping…