Why today? I'm not so sure.
Something about being in New York and sitting -staring- over the harbor encapsulates all I could feel into one, tiny emotion. Unintentionally, I withdrew myself from music for the majority of this trip. Upon rediscovering my iTunes, I've been sitting here, staring into what seems like nothing for what seems like hours, shuffling through my library and cycling through the spectrum of emotions I can discover within each artist's expressions. With the exception of anger, I rarely find myself differentiating my emotions with the mood that encases my environment.
I've sat here for 30 minutes attempting to start this blog, unsuccessfully.
My brain works not on words, but thrives on patterns: the ultimate expression, however, is music.
