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I called them to get my 4th floor neighbour to shut the fuck up with his banging and drilling at 10 am on a Sunday.
Turns out he was setting up an AC unit and "didn't know you can't make that kind of noise on weekends and holidays" here. Yeah right.
I tried to ring his doorbell twice and when I did he'd stop but never come to the door. Then when I left he continued. So two hours later he got his come-uppance.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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