I bounded up the stairs of the subway, checking the time for the tenth time since I left home. I got out, eyes darting around as I frantically tried to figure out in which direction I had to go. My internal satellite navigation configured, I set about my destination, walking as fast as I could. I was headed to Times Square for a movie and I was already late. The famous crossroads-of-the-world drew near. People in "I <3 NY" t-shirts milled about: families, couples, friends, backpackers. Some took I-was-there pictures, some gazed at the electronic billboards, some just soaked in the atmosphere. They had all the time in the world. Which was a problem for me as I tried to forge a path through an ever shifting maze of people. I checked the time again, the movie had already started. And I thought to myself: "These fucking tourists ....".
