i saw monks chant tonight. it was beautiful. people filled the cathedral and were laying down in every nook and cranny. as we lay there, looking up at the titanic chandeliers looming above us, i wished they could have used candles instead of good old reliable electricity. i got chills as their eerie voices wove in and out of harmony to dissonance to chords that just made sense. it made everything else just stop.

so this is me

so this is me. i've never had a blog before. there's something oddly intriguing about having something secret that no one knows about. i could write anything and no one would know i was the one writing. but you always feel like maybe someone you know is out there reading it and figures out it's you. like some cheesy movie plot involving some blond skinny chick and a hollywood hottie. and then they reconnect, go through some conflict or another which keeps them apart. but they are always reunited. always.