I distinctly remember, as a young teenager, the first time I stayed up all night on the internet, until I saw the morning sun peeking through my window.
Felt like I'd passed some barrier. The night was no longer real. Just a bunch of dark hours.
the whole thing just boils down to the chauvinism of the petit bourgeois 'artist' and their freeloading off the commons. oh no you won't sponsor a professional, adequate translation of your work, but you will 'graciously' accept the unpaid labor of your foreign fans