I see a building, a very, very tall building. And a lot of people trying to get to work. I see the yellow taxi cabs
I smell the steam coming up from the streets, and the smoke from all the cars. I smell all the different perfumes of the women walking
And I hear the taxi caps honking their horns at each other. I hear the thousands of different conversations all happening at once. And the doors of all the store fronts opening and closing.
I can taste hotdogs that the man is selling out of cart a couple feet away from me. And I taste the cigarette smoke that all the men blow around.
And I feel so small compared to the very, very tall building. Also the cold winter air against my red nose
I see a man who sleeps in the streets. He looks peaceful and doesn't seem to mind the hundreds of people passing by him. He's completely in his own little bubble.
I can smell the cigarettes that he smoked probably before he took his nap. And the cigarettes of the people passing by. Also the fresh bread being baked by the shop he's sleeping in front of
And I hear the store owner yelling at him to sleep somewhere other than "his curb." I hear the man snore a bit more to tell the store owner he's not going anywhere. And the door of the store slam behind him after he finally gives up.
I can taste the smokey air around us, and the bread being baked in that store
And I feel the concrete sidewalk under my feet. I feel sad for the man, but i don't do anything that would disturb his sleep.
I think if i was going the create something to show how she captures the city and its best and worst angles. I would probably make a collage or something to show the different ways it can be viewed
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