And so, I took a step out of my glass house, moved into my first apartment and started to hear an increase in noise. Within months, it had been the first thing to go. The silence in NYC got quieter and quieter. I was beginning to feel that we New Yorkers weren’t welcome anywhere. No matter where we went, I felt like I had to look away. The biggest shock came when, as my hometown, the Museum of the Moving Image, was putting on a “Making New York” exhibition of moving images. With no windows and a score of artists working right next to me, I had to leave.