New York City
New York City is definitely a BUSY city. No matter where I go, I can see confusion that never seems to end. There seems to be an endless amount of cars flowing through the streets and honking their monotone horns. Some of the vehicles are large trucks that seem to add the never- ending noise generated by rest of the things around me. Everyone seems to be in a hurry, not worrying about anything going on around them.
I just arrived at Penn. Station in New York City. The underground terminal we are in reminds me of Underground Atlanta and has stores and shops lining the walls. As I walk by, I can smell all sorts of things. When I walk by the Starbucks Coffee, I can smell coffee and milk.
When I pass by the numerous bagel shops, I can smell bagels and cream cheese. It is so busy here, I can even smell the cologne on the people hurriedly passing by. When I look around, I see the huge departures board with names of stations and corresponding train numbers and departure times. Looking down, all I can see is the movement of a mass of people. Some are carrying bags. Some are dragging rolling backpacks. All seem to be unconscious of anything going on around them, but they somehow manage not to run into anyone else, almost operating like a clock.
As soon as I go up the stairs to the ground level, I can't help but notice the stench of the city. It is a mix between carbon monoxide from cars, trash, and other indistinguishable things. It would remind you of the swamplands but less nature. On the streets, I see an endless flow of cars in traffic, many of which have a small illuminated sign with the word "TAXI" on top. The drivers all seem to be foreign, and many are loudly talking on their cell phones, oblivious to their client in the back seat. Looking up the road, I see a seemingly endless skyline of tall buildings. Some are very tall, some are medium size, and there is the occasional "small" building. The people on the sidewalks are doing various...
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