For six years, Sabina Rizvi loved her sunny corner one-bedroom in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, partly for a feature no listing advertises: the apartment next door sat empty, which meant silence. Then, a few months ago, she heard hammering on the wall behind her headboard. Someone was mounting a television.

As she wrote in the New York Times‘ Metropolitan Diary, what followed was weeks of a Gen Z night owl blasting alternative R&B and neo-soul exactly when she was trying to sleep. The cruel twist was that she liked the music. “Our musical tastes aligned,” she wrote. “Our schedules did not.”

She took to standing in her bedroom each night, gauging whether she’d manage to sleep or end up pressing pillows........

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