What I Hear
I go
through Roosevelt Avenue in Jackson Heights almost every day of my life. I am on
a bus or walking, either way I’m wearing headphones. If I am alone and in
public, I am wearing headphones. The sounds around me are always being
cancelled out and ignored. Simply strolling through Roosevelt Avenue, without any
barriers from the world, I noticed the chaos around me. Chaos that has always
been visually apparent, but now I could not escape from. The 7 train
thunderously roars above me every ten minutes. All other noises are drowned out
during this brief period. I hear several different languages being spoken,
mostly Spanish. Cars are honking, they sound annoyed. I hear the hiss and beeping
of the bus as it lowers itself for its elderly passengers. Someone is yelling
about the business behind them; his voice is effortless and rehearsed. I hear
the sizzling of meat as orders are being taken in Spanish. Right across from
this cart a woman monotonously sells her batteries; “baterias, baterias,
baterias” is repeated over and over again. Her short chant is unconvincing. Occasionally,
one car will stand out from the rest. Rap will be blasting from their speakers
and my attention is immediately grabbed, but it quickly fades away as they keep
driving. After awhile, I decide it’s time to put my headphones back in. Sound
adds to the commotion of Roosevelt Avenue and it is not something I can handle
for long.