New York City

I did this in an imersion journalism workshop. We were supposed to describe our favorite place. Mine just happens to be the big apple.. enjoy!

The bright lights hurt my eyes, and the expensive advertisements intrude on my thoughts. Information is everywhere, sorrounding me from all sides. Business men and women hurriedly rush around me on the dirty sidewalk on their way home from bustling wall street. They have no time or desire to admire the beauty of their own city. I feel the ground violently quake below me as the subway passes down under. "S**t," I hear one man in a pricey suit mutter, as if he knows that it's his train approaching the subway station, and he dashes down the steps in an attempt to catch it. The smell of roasting peanuts fills my nostrils only partially covering the damp scent that is the mixture of smog and wet cement. I shutter as I watch a taxi driver narrowly miss a collision with a swift bicyclist who then speeds off, escaping. A woman in a leotard slowly limps past me after a long day of rehearsal. I wonder which is worse, the pain of her overworked ballet feet, or the agony of a broken dream.