Bill Withers, on repeat -- 'I know, I know, I know, I know ...'
Before February, we tended to equate silence with peace: camping trips, romantic walks, skies full of starlight. They are instances absent the daily transitory noise to which we ha…
Before February, we tended to equate silence with peace: camping trips, romantic walks, skies full of starlight. They are instances absent the daily transitory noise to which we ha…