Soundwalk

It's 12pm in the afternoon, and I am on my way through Times Square. There are multiple languages in the air. A typical landmark of New York City, especially Times Square. The mixture of multiple languages spoken at such a high volume that it sounds like gibberish. That's the beauty of Times Square though. The sound of diversity made me smile, but I also groaned to myself at the feeling of claustrophobia emanating within me. Two Spanish women passed me by, then a man with a thick Chinese accent. The man with the Chinese accent was yelling on the phone as he dragged a large, dirty backpack of goods across the pavement. The bag scraped against the street, making a loud brushing noise as it slid past me. The brushing noise of the bag wasn't as loud as it could be, because it was masked by the whistles and screams of the policemen. Construction tools clanked against the ground as workers were busy fixing the roads. There seems to always be some sort of construction going on. Sirens crescendoed a wee-woo down the streets on an ambulance, and all the people around me yelled and groaned at each other to stop pushing. As if their screams would be of any help dividing up the crowds. "What the fuck?!" A woman screamed at me. I was startled, but then I realized she wasn't screaming at me, she was screaming at a taxi driver that almost hit her. She was in the wrong. She wasn't looking as she crossed, and the light turned. "Hey, hey, mama," two guys in baggy clothing tried to get my attention. They wanted me to check out their mixtape. They asked if I could "bring it back home with me." Then, they demanded a donation from me. This sound was definitely a landmark of Times Square. Somehow there are always guys trying to get me to donate aka buy a mixtape from them. I walked away. Cellphones rang, and people conversed as they walked. Street performers asked me if I wanted a picture with them. My eyes must have looked too curious to the point where I appeared to be a tourist. Give me a break. SHHHHHHHH... I turned around at a sound that amazed me. A spray paint artist painted a landscape of Mars. His spray paint can made a SHHHHHHH sound. I was awestruck by how great his art was, but then my vibe died out when I heard some voices. "Where you going? Jersey?" Two men standing in front of taxis asked as I walked towards Port Authority. The end of my walk was almost near. I was so excited to finally escape the chaos of Times Square.