May 3. Night at the Hilton Midtown, where the city cannot get any larger. Vertical facades cross-hatched with windows stretch out in every direction. Actually a stroke of genius to reduce companies, which are above all symbols, to anonymous floors, illuminated at night following unfathomable schedules. And wherever the eye looks, the floors stand empty: raw walls, construction site lights, inviting post-industrially-sparsely designed startups that never materialize. J thinks it likely that the offices will be converted into urban living space on a grand scale because everyone still wants to live in Manhattan, but I wonder: really? Without the economic constraint of concentrated mega offices that no one needs anymore?