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Never silent and always abusing your five senses is the multicultural neighborhood of Jackson Heights. The photograph of my area is on the corner of 81st Street and infamous Roosevelt Avenue. Standing there capturing the moment with my severely outdated, shoebox sized digital camera, I am calm. My mood is greatly affected by the surrounding weather and this is the perfect night to be out; a temperature that you can feel smoothly moving across your skin coaxing the little hairs to stand up. A clear sky marbled of a clean collection of shades of blue and bright white feathery clouds demands attention from everyone on the ground, reminding you to enjoy simple yet powerful beauty.
I can smell the rise of Colombian food drifting towards my general direction. Infusing the scents of perfected arroz con pollo, dry arepas, and addictive plantains, rarely picante, it forces my mouth to water. I can just taste the mutely sweet corn flavor of arepa de choclo gritty between my teeth.
Above struggles the 7 train, taking it’s time to ruin every cell phone conversation you plan to ever have underneath it. It continually shrieks on the metal ribbon tracks strait above Roosevelt, damaging the eardrums of everyone lucky enough to be in the area. The 7 train continues on, dragging its metallic heels loudly, flashing over us all with its departing shadow that now includes a different array of human collection.
The amount of traffic that swarms here will pinch your brain into a headache. Rusted vans delivering bread and shiny black cabs slowly making there way with passengers to the airport only occupy an incredibly small piece of this jumbled pie. The constant honking slips into sounding like excited barn animals.
Around me I can eavesdrop a variety of worldly linguistics spoken by people of all shapes, shades, and cultures. Dominated by Spanish and Hindi, a little of Chinese, English, Russian and Arabic is sometimes heard. The beautifully rolled Rs, rough throats, and universal laughter always make me feel relaxed and privileged to be there among the diversity of life. The people that quickly move by bring the neighborhood alive and give a better sense of reality.