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11:34 p.m. 3/19/2015

Farthest away: Cars in the parking lot, a motorcycle on the turnpike, a flagpole rope whipping against a flagpole

Medium distance:  my roommate eating chips as loud as humanly possible, my radiator making an alarming kind of ticking noise, people talking in the common room below me, wind howling outside my window

Closest: my fingers typing on my computer, my sighs of frustration at my roommate eating chips as loud as humanly possible, my phone vibrating

The sound level has been the same for a while. No one’s really talking and i’m just trying to focus on the ambient noises from outside, instead of my roommate eating chips

one word: frustration

three sounds: crunching, typing, cars driving

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1. Walking home 2/19/2015

2. Farthest – cars on the turnpike, cars on Westbury Ave grinding their tires through salt and ice, a NICE bus starting up and pulling away, car horns in the far distance

3. Medium range – boots crunching on the snow, my friends walking ahead of me talking, slipping of shoes on the ice, a thud as someone falls down, and subsequent assorted curses

4. Close range – i become intensely aware of my own labored breathing, my waterproof coat zip zip zipping as i walk, my keys rattling in my backpack, the zippers on my backpack cling-ing together

5. A modern-day arctic exploration. The sounds of the ice and snow crunching and cracking, as well as the sounds my friends and I made as we struggled to walk home really contributed to the “Long Island Ice Hell” of it all.

6. One word – frigid

7. Three essential sounds – snow crunching, ice scraping, people breathing