Let's see... waterbottles for the vocalist, walls patchworked with soundproofing material, random bits of musical equipment everywhere, (what am I sitting on?), nests of cables... yep, I'm in a practice space. How the hell did I get here?

I've never been the sort of person who knows people. Except now I sort of am, in the smallest local sense. But they all seem like giants to me, with their knowledge and talent and all the wages of time. I only hope I can make something equally interesting out of myself someday.