It's too much.

According to the Dan Levin, who interviewed me months ago about the construction workers who hang out on The Atrocity, staring in the window, yelling at 7am, and so on, until I'm dead, the Peck Moss group has BOUGHT UP THE REST OF THE BLOCK next to the hotel.

How do I feel about this? I feel tired. I couldn't fall asleep last night due to a convergence of factors, one of which was my inability to put down Truth and Beauty by Ann Patchett, recommended by Professor Franny Key, whose book suggestion never fail to turn my life around in the best possible way, another of which was feeling rather unwell, so was up until 5am, at which hour I managed to fall asleep in the middle of the second book I'd acquired at Prof. Key's suggestion.

Two hours later, I was awoken by what I could have sworn was someone speaking Welsh in my ear very loudly. In fact, it was someone speaking Welsh in my ear very loudly. The construction workers, not content to just stick to their turf 100 inches from my window, were ON MY FIRE ESCAPE, speaking what I am convinced was Welsh or English with a very heavy Welsh accent. The window was open, the guy is out there in FULL MOUNTAIN CLIMBING GEAR, I mean there are like three carabeeners involved in this get-up and not one of them was being used in a wholly inappropriate neo-hippie-type way as a keychain. Repelling off the building. Hooked to a 1"-diameter railing of the fire escape, which, as we all know, is made of dust. Like if there were a fire we'd all be dead not from the fire but because the fire escape would collapse beneath us.

I wasn't concerned for his safety. I have to admit. I was concerned for my health. I was also still weirded out by someone singing into the rat-infested scaffolding and plexiglass hideousness of The Atrocity last night. It was late. It sounded like it was coming from inside the building. A man warbling some unintelligible dirge. It was creepy and not soothing and appeared to be a long song with no distinguishable repeating theme, so the cumulative effect was...annoying. Like every sound in these parts lately.

And like every sound for years to come it seems. The idea of another hotel going up is too much. I need to stress that the too-muchness comes from the noise and the construction. I don't care at all about The Atrocity itself anymore. I just want it done. I want these men to go away. I want to be able to walk to the laundromat without being ogled or assaulted by the foreman's repulsive six-week old cigar.

NYC, NYCMelissa Kirsch