The mind is a powerful thing, people say. It can control you; make or break your very own life. To be able to know the minds of others, well, that’d be considered a revelation! That's what you’d think at least. Now I disagree.

I walk along the crowded road as people throw unwanted statements at me. I can hardly even distinguish anything in crowds like these, all I hear is the annoying buzz of human thoughts overlayed with the even more annoying buzz of people talking aloud.

You’d think I'd move to a calmer city in the countryside but, unfortunately, New York City is the only place that has a good enough job opportunity. Being a lawyer is pretty simple when you can read minds, after all. Despite NYC’s high prices, the job I have pays well enough for me to live a relatively stable life.

I finally make it out of the hellhole that is any New York street and enter a quiet coffee shop. The coffee is good here and the prices are cheap so I often find myself visiting. It also helps that the place rarely gets much attention which means much fewer thoughts to distract myself.

After I take my seat, I notice a young woman sitting nearby. Her thoughts practically jump out at me, talking of fairytales and fantasy. Usually, a single voice like this is easy to tune out, but I find myself listening to the intriguing story.

Most people have jumbled out thoughts jumping from one...