Context. This is nothing compared to millennia of subjugation. This is nothing compared to being treated as the property of other people in the society you are part of.
In the beginning there was music. It was little more than hairy little people banging sticks and rocks and the like together in order to create rhythms. It brought us together and it entertained us.
I no longer own a CD player, but I still had to buy a CD to rip it to my phone.
I only like certain things, and top threes are about as far as I can get on any given topic.
I think it should be noted for clarity that I am not on a desert island; I am in my office, in the North East of England. And it is raining outside.
Perspective is an odd thing. Imagine a shape. From one point of view it is a triangle; from another it is a circle. Two people seeing this shape would fight to the death to defend the view that the other person cannot be right.
I love words; I love music; I love to cook. I also, kind of, like recipes where they are written as something to read, not purely as some kind of technical document. They’re entertaining, no?