Monday, November 10, 2008

Part V

You know the city sings at night, it really fucking does. Sometimes you catch a bus and a garbage truck breaking  for dear life, and the walls suck in the sound and spit out a terribly mournful noise. Shit on a good night, when everyones tanked, you could get a whole god damn orchestra going. You can't hear it knees deep in shit and concrete, but up here you can. It could just be me. In either case I think you need to know that.

1 comment:

Kat Spasov said...

I LOVE just sitting and listening to the sounds of the city.

You know how in Crooked Little Vein that lady he meets in the beginning of the book who sits and listens to traffic? I've done that before and it's completely hypnotizing.