[ignu]

I used to live on a semi-busy street.

About once an hour a motorcycle would drive by so loud it would set off multiple car alarms that would then blare for ten to fifteen minutes.

This might sound very annoying.

But after countless months of this your mortal coil just dissolves into an entity of pure hatred and you completely transcend the material plane.

[eyelidlessness]

This, but despite my own noise sensitivity it’s how it torments my pup that really gets me. Poor girl is terrified of our busy road, tucks tail just at the hint of large loud vehicles. Sometimes we have to bail out and try to wait just so she can find a place to potty in peace. I absolutely hate that for her, and hate that it’s a daily occurrence that I have to coax her out to take care of normal bodily functions.

[Fatnino]

I stayed in Chicago for a short time in a 100-something year old building right next to one of the oldest sections of elevated rail in the city. I could glance out the window on the second floor and the wheels would be right there, seeming close enough to touch.

Within 2 days the screeching and grinding metal cacophony every few minutes had faded into the background and I had to mentally tune in to hear them again.