The sun is setting on another day. We're one moment closer to the what could be the end. The big jubotron in Times Square is keeping a countdown of how much time is left before the year 2000 in the left-hand corner of the screen. They say that people are actually making pilgramages to the clock, that they go there and make sacrifices or pray. This is all so absurd. I look off of the pier at two smoke stacks. They are so beautiul, so serene, a pair of twins, each one a mirrored reflection of the other. Only in New York could something like smokes stack be beautiful.