Assignment 2: "What I Hear"

I chose to aurally observe the going-ons of an alleyway in Chinatown. The first foreground I focus in on is a screaming Chinese lady blabbering something which I can't understand to someone else (hopefully). The sound of her voice echoes down the street and fades away into the distance. She picks up again, this time a dump truck roaring in front of her establishment. The engine hums as the truck idles, and the rustling of plastic garbage bags is buried beneath this woman screaming. The bags plop and make a dull thud. Immediately after, a door slams shut in the vicinity of the old woman. Her screaming stops.

The truck trots down the blog and remains an annoying "hiss" throughout the proceedings. Another door opens this time closer to me, and two Chinese men mumble. They spit saliva on the ground with such force that I heard them individually gear up whatever came up out of their mouths. Their footsteps are heard moving away on the concrete. "Clop, clop, clop."

A window located somewhere above me opens with a massive creak, and I hear the wings of birds flapping upward to my right. Another Chinese woman starts screaming out the newly opened window, this time a man fighting back. Every other fragment of what seemed like a sentence ended with emphasis. The words fly faster and I hear a hand making contact with a face, presumably. At that point, fortunately, my phone rang loudly and proudly projecting the quasi-patriotic "Superman" theme from the original 1978 film.