It’s 6pm as you step into the W Downtown. The first reflex is scent, a drink of the fragrant lobby that slides over your tongue. The second rush is noise, voices rise and glasses clink as the suit crowd blurs a day’s surfeit of tension. You sense music, your heels sink into the beat. You’ve found the city, the anonymity, the generic and cosmopolite. You could be anywhere, San Francisco, Shanghai, HK, Berlin. You’re in the moment, you let your body forget…