Descriptive Essay: New York City In The Late 19th Century

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If steam literally came out of one's ears when they’re angry, then I would have been steaming like a 19th century freight train on its way to California. I had an argument with my significant other, to think back I can’t remember for the life of me what our little lovers quarrel was about. I assume it was either about finances or family, but it could have been over a difference in politics. Whatever the reason it had me walking in the chilled December air. I’d been walking for what seemed like an eternity, walking every street from my apartment to wherever fate would take me. It seems strange to me that I Lived in Manhattan for the better part of ten years and yet I found it very easy to get lost. I mean this literally and figuratively. The …show more content…

Although in some areas this may be true, but if you know the right spots, a man could walk for hours without passing a single soul, especially in the darkness of a winter night. It is very easy as I said to get lost when everything blends and you have nothing to take your mind off your thoughts which are weighing desperately on your mind. I had been advised by every person I know to stay out of the alleys, but I’m called to them. The alleys have personality. They are alive, not massed produced like the tall skyscrapers. Manhattan is full of personality from its parks, historical buildings, and graffiti. Although New York is filled with personality I always felt that the alleys had a story to tell. An alley had seen so many secrets and if it could only talk it would tell stories that would keep even a golden sailor entertain for hours on end. Although the alleys are similar and seem one in the same, usually having many papers spread out like confetti, broken glass from the alcoholics, and tin trash cans from last century knocked over with alley cats digging at what humans deemed garbage,but what a cat calls food. I like to think of an alley like a song, although the notes might be the same, it’s the feeling you put behind it that makes it

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