i am so so grateful for headphones and handheld personal music players because i know in my heart that it’s my life’s purpose to stare out of the window and listen to music on long journeys but this simply wasn’t an option for my ancestors and i can’t even imagine what that must have been like
everyone else in the back of the ox drawn cart on the way to sunday market when i request that the bard play the exact same song we just listened to on his hurdy gurdy for the 23rd time in a row