Waiting in a music school can put your ears to a test. In one room behind me is someone happily and loudly trumpeting. In the room next to it is a tenor sax. Tentatively and a bit subdued it tries to let jazz sounds getting through the door and walls.
Now, the paragraph above was written weeks ago and failed to publish. Now I'm in a completely different location, waiting for a John Naughton lecture to start: The future is mobile, the future is bleak ...
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