When I lived alone, I would fill it with the TV – it was always on in the background. Music wouldn’t work – either it was something I didn’t like, or if I did like it, it was all-consuming. Maybe fine if you’re washing the dishes, but it’s hard to pay bills or finish a newsletter when you can’t stop belting along with Brittany that you have to work, bitch. Or crying as John reminds you that your body is a wonderland.