I walk along 14th street and 1st avenue, listening to the noises of construction and buses pulling into the bus stops. People having conversations, and the city at work are all around me. I smell the horrible smell of the BIG apple, and then I smell the hero bread baking and rising in the big ovens of the SUBWAY on the southeast corner, diagonally across the street from BLIMPIE. I could tell there was some competition. But if I was to vote, good smelling SUBWAY would win over just plain BLIMPIE, especially now that SUBWAY has the new Atkins Friendly Wraps. Because I canít go into the store, I stand outside, and sniff the goodness of the soon-to-be sub-sandwiches.
I look into the ocean of buildings in Stuyvesant Town and wonder, how many people are there living in the cloned building? It makes me think about me being in a bigger thing than just my family. It makes me feel like I am a part of something important. It makes me think of the Peter Cooper Village/Stuyvesant Town population and community that I am in. But then I look at the buildings and wonder how I donít get lost. All the buildings look the same with their air conditioner cutting through the brick, and the emerald green trim of the windowsills, and the safety bars that make a beautiful house feel like a prison cell. And then I see little signs saying what the building number is (like 521 E 14th Street or 20 Stuyvesant Oval) and I see maps and direction signs placed all over the place like they were dumped anywhere, but yet perfectly straight up. And then I see scaffolding at the bottom of the building and it annoys me to think that the building that I live in still is not fixed.