![]() Eventually, New York regained its balance, and I went about my attempt to see the city from the point of view of its least revered inhabitants. That fall, New York itself became an organism, an entity attacked and off-balance, a system of millions of people, many of whom were scared and panicked-a city that itself was trying to adapt, to stay alive. As it happened, shortly after I went downtown, the World Trade Center was destroyed. I passed four seasons in the alley, though it was not a typical year by any definition. To know the rat is to know its habitat, and to know the habitat of the rat is to know the city. Which brings me to my experiment: I went to the rat-filled alley to see the life of a rat in the city, to describe its habits and its habitat, to know a little about the place where it makes its home and its relationship to the very nearby people. ![]() In fact, in New York City, the bulk of rats live in quiet desperation, hiding beneath the table of man, under stress, skittering in fear, under siege by larger rats. ![]()
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