why this blog

Some ramblings are in fact about my own personal experiences but more often then not they are about those around me, sometimes people I am close with, other times random strangers like the check-out girl or pizza delivery dude or bald buy walking down the street. Sometimes images and stories of lives come from songs or movies or photos while other times they appear out of thin air with the force and quirkiness not unlike a hair-ball in a hurricane. It ranges from a fleeting impression to a deep hole of intenseness, depending on if I talk to someone or see them interact with someone else.

It's not seeing the future, it's seeing all that has come to pass and all that IS right then. It is like reaching through a concrete wall to shake someone's hand, eerily effortless, oddly unique and frequently perplexing.