Noise!
Picture this:
A young man, on a tour with other young people, drinks way too much one night, blacks out and wakes up the next day with someone else’s blanket, with not-quite-dry-yet upchuck on it, and the mother of all hangovers. Let’s say this young man feels guilty and goes to the communal bathrooms, closes the door of the stall with one of the three bathtubs, goes on his knees and starts washing that blanket.
To make things a little more fun, let’s add a girl in the bathtub in the next stall, and while she’s soaking it up, one of the guys is inconsiderate enough to barge in on her, to play a prank. Imagine the scream that reaching decibels that would make an opera diva jealous.
Can you see the young man, vomiting from pain, eyes closed shut, feeling the breeze in the back of his head because his brain exploded and covered the walls with dripping goo and blood.
Now, I am not going to claim that the story above is non-fiction, but it is close enough to make me sympathize with this poor main character to the point where you just wanted him to shut the entire effing city up so his brain could get a break.
Can everybody just shut the hell up for a little while, already?