New York City. What a grand name, when you hear it you want to jump and shout. I never lived in the city so I don’t really know what its like or what it means to be in the city. I can only imagine what it means to live in it; hopefully very soon I would like to move in to the city. It would feel great, waking up to all these wonderful noises the cars beeping, people yelling at each other, the sounds of the subway. It all bends together in a sort of rhythm there are no words to describe it just beats in a musical performance which keeps you guessing which “instrument” is next. It just makes me want to get up and sing:
“Beautiful stranger how do you do
tell me is there something I could do for you”
-Perfect Stranger by Magnetic Man
I am only a visitor to the city so I feel a different vibe then when I’m at home in my quiet, slow, grey town. When I go to the city its like different color’s are attacking me and are making a vivid painting in my mind. Each block and street is a different shade of the grand cities color. Then when I come back home i come home to a rhythm-less, colorless, quiet town.