The earth turns in the air. It is an image so evocative that we sometimes forget that everything inside earth is turning in unison with the earth too. Every time, this happens we are in a different space to the one before, moving from there to here wherever that ‘here’ is. There is movement in the word turn. It involves some kind of change, movement, change cannot happen without action. I, turn briefly resting but never stagnating before turning again. It matters not the measurement of the time but the action of the turn itself. Turning provokes movement because like the earth, it can do little else. Idiomatic expressions show this movement, to turn a corner is to pass an important point, to change one’s life. Then expressions such as turn over a new leaf indicating becoming more of who we want to be rather than what we felt forced into being. As teenagers, we turn up the music so as to express the need for change outside inside. It is the softest way to express the violent need or want for the world to turn and be different, an end to warmongering, unfairness and injustice and the celebration of such things. It is maddening that adults sometimes perceive turning up music as bad behaviour. However, turning up music is much more preferable to malevolence or violence, an action that is genuinely designed to hurt or cause pain, to oursleves, to others, and most of all, to the adults worried about kids turning up the “loud music”. The earth knows it, the adults know it, once they were young and they played loud music because they dared to dream a different world. Everything had the possibility of turning, sometimes people return to the centre of where and who they once were, the same but oh so lightly different. Just teenagers tuning out, then in before turning up the volume. I will always be a teenager, turning with the earth, experimenting till it feels right not just outside but inside.