you ever feel like you're just missing the grasp on life. like it's the sun setting, and you're racing across the distractions of living to grasp onto meaning right before it sinks below the horizon. it teases you all day while you're chained at work, just floating above you, white and blinding, and right when you leave work, you jump in your car and race as fast you can to catch it, but it doesn't happen. do you begin to think it's feeble? maybe it is..meaning of life is only important to those who have the luxury and lunacy to chase it, and ignore reality. we wrote a record called the everglow and it's quite idealistic...it's easy to talk about following passion, hard to actually do it...reality gets in the way. remember? the bills? the exams? the rent? your parents? the new record is more concerned with the disconnect...the shock of foundations being questions. exciting and discomforting. like a bus station, the promise of hope mixed with the depression of last resorts. i'm listening to iron and wine right now, taken by a pathetic love and disquieting nature. each night my heart settles on a jagged bed of new rocks, uncomfortable and easily awaoken. i want it to fall languidly onto a sand dune and never wake up. i've been home for the last 4 days and i have spent most of that time on the couch, playing xbox..i've bought some records recently (queen, u2, decemberists, incubus) and some christmas presents. i love my time off...i enjoy it.