I don’t just listen to albums of animals being slaughtered to a heathen god; my tastes are more varied than that.
I get the impression that some people only indulge in their “normal” because everyone they have grown up around has done so, and so they take it as the sole option. That’s grotesque.
I only like certain things, and top threes are about as far as I can get on any given topic.
I’ve never taken the view that the world is broken; I’ve never taken the view that society is going down the pan.
I’ll likely never appear on Desert Island Discs, so I feel I should give you my own list of favourite stuff, as recompense.
I know plenty of people who attest that it is; that I am deliberately contrary, and that I derive some kind of pleasure from being obtuse. I derive no such pleasure.
The world is such a deep and intricate place. I wish I could even begin to describe the beauty every moment carries, and then lets go. I can’t, so I won’t.