The W Hotel's 2nd floor lounge looks out onto the former World Trade Center site.
During the work day it has become easy, maybe even necessary, to ignore what happened here. However, between eleven pm and two in the morning when the city simmers down to a profound silence, there is no ignoring the ragged edges of the impossibly deep hole where the twin towers once stood.
The few people on the street at this hour all stop and peep through the green canvas barrier. Tiny subterranean trickling water sounds echo up to the street. Construction crews have lit the site with intense lemony spot-lights. Even when staring straight down from the second floor terrace of the W Hotel, the lights aren't powerful enough to completely illuminate the black pit where thousands of people died.
"Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart."