So I’m away with my sister and we’re having food together in a busy, bustling breakfast room.
We’re sat opposite each other, talking. And listening. Back and forth, the conversation goes.
I'm having an experience. Of her. And our exchange.
One moment later there’s a pause in our conversation and all of a sudden I can hear all the other stuff going on concurrently: people talking loudly, just behind us, clatter of crockery, music playing.
But a few seconds ago, it didn't exist for me.