As I stand still in the traffic filled New York City Street attempting to crawl as if I were a turtle trying to cross the road, I begin to contemplate the true beauty of living in the city. It is now the month where everything should be glooming, pleasing, and living, however it is not. In "the Waste Land" by Thomas Sterns Eliot, he states, "April is the cruellest month." This is a metaphor which in my situation reflects the truth. There are many reasons as to why people prefer to live outside of the city but work in the heart of it.
I look forward and try to imagine what T.S. Eliot would think if he saw these city streets. In his book, "the Waste Land," it is forced into our imagination that the world is dead; the earth is a waste land. …
