My Street

I found “The Street” to be a very interesting article. It really helped me look at the world, especially my street, with a different perspective, causing me realize more than what’s on the surface. I enjoyed the authors directness and clear explanations of his interpretations.

The road is very quiet; all you can hear is the sounds of distance cars and the buzzing of a neighbor’s pest zapper. Four houses sit on the corners of the intersection and all different in many ways. My favorite is unusually large and has a nice porch and white pillars that every family dreams of. The sides of the house are smothered by vines, various shades of green that clenches the house like a child to its mother. I can see into its windows from the porch of my own house. It’s a sturdy, wooden porch that I am standing on and has a vast view of the rest of the neighborhood from it. Nothing is hidden from sight. From the left I can see the for sale sign of the empty green grass next door. It is a part of our backyard soon to be industrialized by its new owner. The beauty and nature of the empty space, most importantly its green grass, will soon be completely destroyed. On the curb of the empty lot are three trashcans, waiting patiently for the garbage truck in the morning. All three trashcans are different colors and different sizes, giving the cans identities of their own. The garbage inside consisting of food, grass, and paper, the treasure of the garbage man. Above that is where the meat factory looms, overlooking the entire neighborhood, the building light shining glaringly. What goes on is a guess to everyone, do they package already slaughtered animals or kill them on location. My guess is that it is already slaughtered being package but we will never know because everyone is too scared to approach it. My street is very different and I wouldn’t have it any other way.