I wasn’t quite sure what to play today – I had recorded something the other day but it didn’t quite seem appropriate. Following the events in Paris yesterday and the huge support on social media for everyone affected by the attacks, there were also many comments about the fact that there have been other tragic events elsewhere this week and, sadly, every week in life. One of the many quotes I saw was a poem by Somali-born poet Warsan Shire:
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?