What about how we enjoy free speech — still — to say what some think — but their recipes, or ours, are perfused with vapid bias. Trees in place, defiantly miscellaneous, thanks to a compliant Leitkultur, treeways on a berm, backdrop to civil union with ideal permissions built from headwinds — dormant chaos, lowered public engagement 
 
with as it were or without word craft. Discourse on all sets as parts of others can scar us, you see, yet you see nothing but simple, bare facts slaughtered by pushing on that remote.
 
Free, in subjective sensation.