The City of Sound
Manhattan is the city of sound. My favorite melodies are those composed by the city I love. This place can easily be compared to a live concert, it doesn't matter where you are; front row, center stage, mezzanine, or the seat in the corner all the way in the last row, you're listening to that band that you listen to religiously and whose song lyrics you know by heart and feeling their tunes on your skin as it blasts out of the powerful bose speakers is more than you ever expected it to be. New York City has its own personal, unique noise that is nowhere to be found. While walking the streets you cannot only hear, but you can feel the magnificent sounds of this city. Above ground you can feel the cool symphonies of the honking lunatic truck drivers, and below ground, the comforting harmonies of the tunnel musicians, or the subways themselves, can warm up your soul, which makes it an unforgettable experience that will never stop to take away your breath. There may not be the harmonic chirping of birds or crickets, but New York presents us with the combined sounds of the subway cars echoes, street singers, cop car sirens, cab horns and diverse voices, which is put together in an electric melody, that reflects the eccentric and modern style of this incomparable city.
There is always something to listen to in this metropolis. No matter where a person is, a diverse and special soundtrack will surround one at all times. From your first ride into the city by subway or your most recent steps into your office, you will be introduced to the cold and hollow screeches of the tunnels and the hopeful screams of the fire engine sirens. Different languages and voices are always around one; a run to the closest supermarket allows you to get a glimpse into numerous people's lives as you casually overhear their conversations through the many isles. Not even the night lowers the sound; it only gets clearer as it gets topped off with the loud base thats escaping from that bar on the next block, with the sweet singing of harmonious drunks as its backup melody. I admire this tune, I couldn't stop longing for it the first time i set foot in this place. With its shuffled and occasionally repeated sequence, open ears in this city allow you to listen to a complimentary iTunes soundtrack of New York. Not once has this city ceased to amaze me, it has absorbed all of me, my mortal life and soul.
This tune is my drug. And i will always yearn for more of it.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Chasing the Storm
I was lost in this city, alone in this heat, but not alone in my heart. I quickly rush past these units of individuals, arm in arm or holding hands. I admire them, them and their dedication, their trust and faith, and their fragility. But then I hurriedly pass them and show them how not everyone needs a hand to hold on to accomplish something.
I talk to my girlfriends (the single ones slowly starting to extinct…as we're beginning to become quite a rare species nowadays), and diligently listen to them, and sometimes even my own words as I speak them out loud. And even those with boy on leash complain about how they miss the spine tingling and getting all the attention in the world. Well, who the hell doesn't?
As I "patiently" sat on the subway today, for two hours, because of some fire on the F(ucking)-train tracks: I thought about it for some time. (While I dozed off every now and so often.) I thought about the ignorance, and the terribly easy willingness of giving up this freedom. I very much appreciate being able to go out whenever I want, with whomever I want, not having to justify anything to anyone. Or even wanting to justify it to anyone. I enjoy being able to meet so many new people and making new friends all over the place, without having to excuse my absence from day to day. I am so thankful and proud for all the things I can do on my own. Besides being able to pay for my own dinner, and for treating my friends every so often, I am proud that I can single handedly step into unknown territory and not be overcome by fear, without needing someone to fall back onto. I can have dinner in a restaurant by myself and not feel like the biggest loser in New York. I can watch enjoy a movie by myself. And most importantly I can spend a whole evening by myself, with a good book, a cup of tea, and good tunes in the background without feeling the necessity to rationalize mine wanting to be alone, or being called a classic freak-show. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
I belong here more than anyone else in this place. We feel like we don't belong in this place bc we feel like nobody here wants to belong to us. Well aint that a shame? I would hereby like to remind us of our independence, and how we don't need anyone to belong anywhere. All we need is ourselves. The places we belong to, we build them ourselves through friends and family, and all the different experiences we go through, especially those we have attained on our own. It feels so much better knowing we have managed and mastered something on our own two feet, than the belief that we needed somebody to hold our hand, and talk us through it. Why, we sure love to be called baby, but we never really want to be one. At least I sure as hell know that I don't like to be babied. I can do things on my own too, you know. You complete me. I'm nothing without you.
My my, doesn't that scream desperation. Actually. I'm everything without you, everything and much more. Sometimes I find myself thinking that exact phrase, and then I say to myself "What? Are You Stupid?" I simply do not like concept that we need somebody to complete ourselves. I like to think we, on our own two feet, are whole. (unless the love of our life literally donates their limb to us..then you may say "you complete me". There are no other exemptions.) I don't think we need anyone to feel a certain entity or a sense of wholeness to ourselves. The way I think about it, I think we shouldn't be with someone whom we couldn't live without (who wants to feel like they depend on someone?- we're iNdIvIdUaLs!), but the one we could live without, we just choose not to. Fait is in our hands; we choose what happens to us, and whom it happens with. It's A Happy End.
I'd say I'm in a very good mood nowadays. I don't think I've ever been happier than I am now, and it makes me feel quite good. Every day I feel more and more independent and I'm proud of everything I am able to do right now. I most definitely have the greatest bunch of friends, acquaintances and cousins (Family! Never turn ya back on them, they'll always be there.) and I am more than grateful to have them. I am thankful for the experiences I have gone through and whom I've gone through them with. I am blessed to have grown up with the greatest sister and brother one could ask for. I am thankful for my faith. Literature. Music. Art. Nature. New York. Life. Jamba Juice. and most importantly: The Red Hot Chili Peppers.
I talk to my girlfriends (the single ones slowly starting to extinct…as we're beginning to become quite a rare species nowadays), and diligently listen to them, and sometimes even my own words as I speak them out loud. And even those with boy on leash complain about how they miss the spine tingling and getting all the attention in the world. Well, who the hell doesn't?
As I "patiently" sat on the subway today, for two hours, because of some fire on the F(ucking)-train tracks: I thought about it for some time. (While I dozed off every now and so often.) I thought about the ignorance, and the terribly easy willingness of giving up this freedom. I very much appreciate being able to go out whenever I want, with whomever I want, not having to justify anything to anyone. Or even wanting to justify it to anyone. I enjoy being able to meet so many new people and making new friends all over the place, without having to excuse my absence from day to day. I am so thankful and proud for all the things I can do on my own. Besides being able to pay for my own dinner, and for treating my friends every so often, I am proud that I can single handedly step into unknown territory and not be overcome by fear, without needing someone to fall back onto. I can have dinner in a restaurant by myself and not feel like the biggest loser in New York. I can watch enjoy a movie by myself. And most importantly I can spend a whole evening by myself, with a good book, a cup of tea, and good tunes in the background without feeling the necessity to rationalize mine wanting to be alone, or being called a classic freak-show. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
I belong here more than anyone else in this place. We feel like we don't belong in this place bc we feel like nobody here wants to belong to us. Well aint that a shame? I would hereby like to remind us of our independence, and how we don't need anyone to belong anywhere. All we need is ourselves. The places we belong to, we build them ourselves through friends and family, and all the different experiences we go through, especially those we have attained on our own. It feels so much better knowing we have managed and mastered something on our own two feet, than the belief that we needed somebody to hold our hand, and talk us through it. Why, we sure love to be called baby, but we never really want to be one. At least I sure as hell know that I don't like to be babied. I can do things on my own too, you know. You complete me. I'm nothing without you.
My my, doesn't that scream desperation. Actually. I'm everything without you, everything and much more. Sometimes I find myself thinking that exact phrase, and then I say to myself "What? Are You Stupid?" I simply do not like concept that we need somebody to complete ourselves. I like to think we, on our own two feet, are whole. (unless the love of our life literally donates their limb to us..then you may say "you complete me". There are no other exemptions.) I don't think we need anyone to feel a certain entity or a sense of wholeness to ourselves. The way I think about it, I think we shouldn't be with someone whom we couldn't live without (who wants to feel like they depend on someone?- we're iNdIvIdUaLs!), but the one we could live without, we just choose not to. Fait is in our hands; we choose what happens to us, and whom it happens with. It's A Happy End.
I'd say I'm in a very good mood nowadays. I don't think I've ever been happier than I am now, and it makes me feel quite good. Every day I feel more and more independent and I'm proud of everything I am able to do right now. I most definitely have the greatest bunch of friends, acquaintances and cousins (Family! Never turn ya back on them, they'll always be there.) and I am more than grateful to have them. I am thankful for the experiences I have gone through and whom I've gone through them with. I am blessed to have grown up with the greatest sister and brother one could ask for. I am thankful for my faith. Literature. Music. Art. Nature. New York. Life. Jamba Juice. and most importantly: The Red Hot Chili Peppers.
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