I'm living in a microcosm of The Murderer. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Murderer_(story)
We all do, to one degree or another. It's the world we now live in. Very prophetic on Mr. Bradbury's part. My living conditions, however, seemed to be ...concentrated. It's like an asylum where everyone has phones. Mostly iPhones because they're all too stupid not to buy cool. The conversations are CONSTANT! I'm not kidding. These people have hours long, like 16 fucking hours , "conversations". Talking constantly. Pause for text. Back to talking. Insane. Like ZOMBIES insane.