A world of my own?

Imagine yourself sitting in your own front room. You hear sounds all the time, some of them loud and some quiet. Sometimes it's only one sound you hear, but usually it's many. You hear cars on the road outside your window. You hear cars in the distance. You hear laughter and voices from other flats. You hear people talking outside. You hear radios. You hear car stereos. You hear footsteps nearby and further away. You hear them getting closer and closer and you hear them going further away. You hear the distant rumbling of someone's washing machine. You hear the humming of your own fridge, and the occasional drip of water in the lavatory cistern. You hear music coming from the pub in the distance. You hear some drinkers having a good laugh and you hear others quarrelling. Then into the night you hear the very loud stamping around of the toddler upstairs and the shouts of its mother. Meanwhile you are trying to think, or to read, or to watch a film. This is what my world sounds like.