My neighbours are off their faces, aggressive and violent, and taking it to the hall, the street, the hall. I am fed up with them. I am sick of their swearing and screaming. The smell of too much dope permeates my flat. Their crazy, unintelligent, unenlightened, hateful conversation is upsetting to me as is their yelling and fighting outside my door.
They are the only people in the world, oh yes, they are. Everything they do and say is of the most enormous import. Their jangling jarring conversation is most certainly the greatest ever uttered. They are certain of it and wish to share it. I do not wish to hear it. I do not wish to know they exist but they force their presence at me and I cower in my home which feels less haven than besieged tree house.
As they fight I can feel my tension rising. My body became taut and my ears ring and flinch at every word. And the awful sounds of a trashed man crying and hysterical punctuated by sarcastic applause. I wonder why I do nothing. I wonder why no-one does anything.