I walked over Times Square and felt emptiness. Superficiality and emptiness. Facades of glimmering, shining buildings, flickering lights, heartbeat and faster than heartbeat orgiastic color symphonies, penetrating my eyes. What is this all about? I look at the people around. Most of them take pictures (so do I), most of them do not know where to look first (neither do I), most of them seem confused (however, they don’t say it). I am one people amongst them. Oh, that does not work linguistically, since people is always in the plural. So to be with the people and not feel superficiality I have to plunge into the plural?