In the morning it’s full of suits – doctors, lawyers, I’ve even gotten up early enough to see the prosecuting attorney who sent me to prison on my birthday there. But after the morning rush, and particularly in the afternoon, it’s full of students, artists, communitarians. That’s when it feels like homw to me. I can get a hug from the yoga instructor working in the gift shop, recharge my body with a mocha latte (whole milk please), an orange-ginger cookie, and if I’ve been particularly good, a treat from the Art-O-Mat.