What I hear, is much more than what I see.

My day starts with loud beeps, almost like a siren going off only inches away from my head. Slowly but surely the sound starts to fade away as if it was never there in the first place. As my eyes begin to close and I get comfortable the sirens return within seconds, yet what felt like seconds, in reality was 10 minutes. As my day starts so do the many noises that follow. From the brushing and scraping sound I hear when I brush my teeth to the faint machine gun fire of my shower head. As I continue on my path to begin my day I arrive at the train station, just in time to hear the monotone sound of the station’s computer telling the riders to keep their valuables in close proximity and to be aware of unlawful activity. Then a low almost guttural sound begins to emanate accompanied with familiar rumbling. The train approaches and as it makes its stop the screeching noise sounds like a rusty nail against a dusty chalkboard, cliché but appropriate. As I enter the train it is almost like entering a music studio, every five or so people on the train has their iPods plugged in and turned the volume up way past 10. In addition to being treated to many various music types I hear the monotone M.T.A. computer voice letting everyone know what stop the train is at what the next and final stop is and, of course to stand clear of the closing doors with its trademark “bing bong.”