It was a kind of non-music. A distorted noise that every now and again pummelled the walls.
It was impossible to prevent it or locate it’s source, as the building throbbed from all different angles.
She had been living so long in the presence of noise, that being surrounded by it seemed normal.
Silence was abnormal.
The quietness that now filled her room gave the flat a lifeless feeling and she felt a need for noise.