Soundwalk

Silence as I ride down the elevator in my internship's office building. 




*ding* a bell sounds at the 17th floor, two men enter;




"so what're your plans for tonight?"




"going to watch the Rangers game"




*boof* metal elevator doors shut. 




"oh yea? who they playing against?"




"coyotes"




"they any good?"




"yea, this season they are, and there aren't many games left before the playoffs" 








i step out of the elevator, and past the automatic exits gates, that *beep* open.




*swoosh* through the revolving doors.




Outside, in the streets of the Financial District, a bus screeches to a stop, and the engine vibrates while people leave and board the bus.




A cab bounces and creeks on the cobble stone road, squeaking scrap metal.




A guy wearing headphones walks past me, 2 seconds of fuzzy deep bass, thumping. 




Somewhere in the background: a plane, or no, probably a helicopter.




An ambulance drives by, no siren. It strolls through a red light, 1 second duck-sounding siren through the intersection.




*Duct tape ripping* A man unloads packs of poland spring bottles from a truck. The plastic crackles together. 




2.5, if not 3 seconds of a raspy "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh" from a man standing on a corner, talking on his cell phone.










A woman's heels click on metal stairs as she trots up from the subway. 




My heels clang against the metal stairs as I walk down them.




*swoop swoop*, metal turnstiles spin underground. 




*dring* metrocard swipes through turnstile. 




*swoop swoop*




"This is a Brooklyn bound J express train" female voiceover from train, in a distance,




can't hear the rest of the automated message because the voice in my head is louder, saying 




"shit..run Joanna"

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