Christian Persaud
Field Journal
Response:
As usual, the streets and the sidewalk are gritty and ridden with all kinds of garbage but also coupled with the unique atmosphere of a living, breathing city. Many people say this is the very essence of the city, what makes it stand out from the rest. If New York is meant to be the capital of the world, I guess being born here ruined it all for me. I honestly think that if I were to explore a new environment, one that is completely organized and spotless, it would become a totally surreal experience.
My escapade continues as I plan to take the route that leads me to my old middle school, a path I have not taken for about nine years. As I crossed the street I saw middle school students sitting on the bench at the park I will walk through. Every time I go through there I have flashbacks of when I used to walk with my long-forgotten best friends through the same very park. I notice a once large field of overgrown grass now has now evolved into a baseball field but still is surrounded by the same rusty fence.
I keep walking and spot an assortment of cars glistening in the setting sun's sunlight. Apart from being blinded, I realize just how much better a sunset looks when in a metropolis. A sunset is something I usually do not see therefore I tend to walk a little slower to bask in its aura. When I kept on walking, I notice several places where safety probably is not possible. Thankfully, this very neighborhood does not seem to be that kind of area where its people are in a free-for-all mindset on any given day.
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