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Upon moving into my apartment building, I was happy to discover these facts: to the south sits a utility closet, to the west, the hallway, to the north and to the east, thin air. So can I jump up and down on the floor and holler? No. The manager lives directly below me, and I try to keep as quiet as I can. However, his sleeping self does not pay me the same courtesy. Sometimes, late at night, I hear him gurgling unintelligible phrases, a troubled groan every now and again, and once, an angry squawk. (A bird dream?) The poor fellow; his job must really be getting to him. I'm just fascinated by the thought of being able to hear his unconscious mind, through the wall. You know?