My Interview with Kevin Pena (squiggly line over n for Pena)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXAt-Mgp8jA&feature=youtu.be

What I Heard...

I decided to take a walk after Hurricane Sandy visited my neck of the woods. As I walked through the wrecked streets of southern Brooklyn, I was listening to my shoes cracking the branches beneath my feet.  There were very few cars driving by, but there were some cyclists ridding around. As I walked on, closer to the major sites of destruction, I was comforted by the rotating chains of the bicycles.  Their monotony soothed my into feeling safe, somehow.

I listened to the bass of the pumps sucking out the water from the flooded homes.  I heard so many different sounds that created music all together. They created a beautiful and soothing melody in the wake of all the destruction.  I heard the running water, more like the gushing water, from several pipes.  This noise filled me just as it filled the unusually empty streets.  I almost felt like I was walking in a ghost town, with it’s own background music. 

My neighborhood is generally buzzing with cars, buses, and people at this time of day – the late afternoon.  But today, today was literally the aftermath of a disaster. And though I was curious to look at what had happened, I was walking alone.  And alone I listened to the echo of my footsteps and to the sounds around me, which almost overpowered the natural sounds of the wind, the trees, and the birds.  Maybe that’s because so many of the trees fell and we were left with their arms lying around the pavements.  However, this break from my technology allowed for me, ironically considering the situation at hand, to organize my thoughts.