I still get lost in the West Village, all the time. The streets are laid out in a grid, basically, only they seem to be at about four different angles and all smashed together. I kind of like the way that the Avenues, honey badger-like, just barrel straight through on their way regardless, making all these distinctly-NYC wedge-shaped buildings that I like so much. I am standing at Perry St. at the same time looking up both Waverly and 7th Ave., one light, one dark.