Neighborhood Noises

My neighbors are screaming at each other again. "I'll fucking kill you" is this evening's motto and, from the sound of his voice, he means it. I'm straining to eavesdrop, but their conversation is suffocated by a passing train. I can hear a nearby basketball game though. A car door opens then closes. An engine. An airplane. An ice cream truck. Tires squeal. A gunshot. Someone is cutting up a body with a band saw. A rocket ship. A coffee grinder. A pair of dogs have captured and killed a small child. A boombox. A science fiction ray gun. Laughter. And whatever the opposite of laughter happens to be.

All of these things exist inside of my head, but they may also exist in the reality just outside of my window. I could poke my head outside, but my neighborhood would suddenly become somewhat less interesting.

Besides, they're obviously enjoying their privacy.