"Yes I am. I live north of Queens in Bayside by the water. Well, I say by the water but what I mean is in an apartment very far away from which you may see the water at a distance."
He grinned into the the strong push of the ocean breeze, imagining Little Neck Bay, gray and cold and spread out beyond the brick and cement cubes of New York upper middle class. Streets lined with wrought iron lamp posts and sapling streets. Nayan loved that no matter where he went, what wonders he saw, that big dirty city was forever and always his home and point of origin.