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Changing the facts
My upstairs neighbour is playing Roy Orbison.
I‘m really enjoying it. I know and like the songs, it’s loud enough for me to hear it but not loud enough to intrude. I’m enjoying knowing that my neighbour likes Roy Orbison, and that they are enjoying listening to music. I can hear the rain, the traffic, my cat puttering about, and Roy Orbison singing upstairs. It feels a bit like a poem, all this.
I‘m really enjoying it. I know and like the songs, it’s loud enough for me to hear it but not loud enough to intrude. I’m enjoying knowing that my neighbour likes Roy Orbison, and that they are enjoying listening to music. I can hear the rain, the traffic, my cat puttering about, and Roy Orbison singing upstairs. It feels a bit like a poem, all this.