Soundscape in Union Square
Union Square Park is completely different at night. The music and crowds of the day are gone and filled in with small conversations everywhere. I hear so many voices. Two lovers are giggling to each other while a man screams into a phone. I don't understand his words but I can hear his rage. I hear people yelling by the street, shouting at each other and at that passing cars that honk their horns.
It rained today and the hiss of the tires on the asphalt is like a glistening sheen that blankets the area. Underneath are the people and their devices they talk into. The moan of a truck's brakes makes the bed upon which it all rests.
I can hear the frantic clicking of mice's nails on the brick sidewalk below me as they scamper around the bench. I can recognize the crinkling sound of a trash bag being blown along by the wind.
A man walks by with a radio, blasting a song I don't recognize with a pulsing synth beat and Spanish vocals. "I couldn't have done it without y'all!" He shouts to no one.










