My head is bombarded with the nonsensical sound of chatter from strangers through my window. I contemplate two narratives; both as equally dooming.
The harmless chatter from nonchalant strangers passing through the street reaches my ear. And then, I contemplate closing the window and going to sleep, but again, who would take it upon themselves to swallow the nonsense from the street? No one other than me.
The second option stands bleakly in comparison to the first;
It gets so loud and domineering sometimes to the point that I seriously consider throwing myself out the windowpane. But again, once I'm gone, who'll gladly listen to careless strangers chatting in the street?
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