Just as sound remains crystal clear across a lake, the sounds of the city, at night, seem magnified. Because of the buildings, there is no way to tell which direction the sound is coming from. It is no place for an overactive imagination.
Without being able to determine
the origin of the sounds, the city appears to create its own pulse. It becomes alive, and the sound of your own
footsteps doesn’t add any comfort but rather announces your position. “Here I am, come get me.”
Someone talking two blocks away can sound as if they are just behind you. Breaking glass, even from a great distance, can sound like a gunshot. Loud arguments coming from a tenth floor apartment can raise your blood pressure, as life closes in on you.
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