Sometimes life looks the movies. I remember the first time I went to Hollywood and it felt like I was coming home again. It was a homecoming for my memories that had been nourished by years of TV shows and films. New York is like that too in moments. It reminds you of Taxi Driver or Kojak for a second and it elevates your life artificially for a few story beats. Then the mist clears revealing a Starbucks or a Pret  a Manger and you snap out of it.