From the Editor
I landed at JFK airport in New York late at night in the middle of a hot summer. By the time I made it through immigration, it was well after midnight, and in my first taxi ride to the city all I could really see was the outlines of buildings and billboards for cut-rate lawyers and discount dentists. I didn’t get my first glimpse of Manhattan until the next day, when, groggy with jetlag, I wandered downtown with no set destination in mind. It was one of those first-day-in-a-new-place walks, where you’re intensely aware of every sight and sensation that is different from what you’re used to. In this case it was the smell of heat radiating off concrete, sharper accents jangling in my ears; the unaccustomed feeling of weaving…