New Yorkers have a particularly unique relationship with quiet. In the city that never sleeps, it’s difficult to escape the car horns and the sirens at even the most obscure hours of the night. My quietest night in the city was the first snowstorm of 2016—all vehicles were off the street and people, like me, were snuggled up in the havens of their apartments. Coming from Colorado, the quiet that lives in the mountains is one of the things I miss most—the quiet that gives you space to think. Enjoy this week’s theme and see how these New York writers explore quiet.
Tia Ramos, Editor