Written just a few months after the death of his lover Oliver Sacks, Bill Hayes offers a beautiful and insightful look into the final years of Sacks' life and the first few years of his own new life in New York City. Through anecdotes, journal entries and his own photographs the intimacy with which Hayes writes is astonishing. A clear view into his deep love for the city and for Oliver, or O as he lovingly refers to him, is beyond what the reader feels they deserve, but are honored by just the same. Their relationship, a photo, an encounter on the busy street, a sunset; all occurrences which are brief and yet worthy of all your time.