Sometimes, noises make him wants to throw up. They're pounding their way into his head with no delicacy whatsoever. Not like after he drinks a little bit too many red wine at the booth in the corner of darkness to dull the invading exhaustion after classes and jobs. Those are where noises in his life formed themselves. So many blinding colors, stomping under his eyelids that on his most painful hours, he wishes to live in a universe where he doesn't have to long for a peaceful, eternal sleep anymore.