Falling asleep, my curiosity turns inward and I begin to marvel at the machine that is the human brain. It stores songs and passages and plots and events so effortlessly, and not often do any take note of the marvel of all that is compacted into that squishy little space that is quite literally behind everything you see.

Everyone has one of these wonders. Most everyone uses them. And each is a tightly packaged universe, a story dying to be read or listened to, discovered and discussed. Why do people thank you after you listen to something they have to say? All you’ve done is traveled the shortest distance in the world: the nothingness between two open minds.

On a side note, these chronicles are the only website that shows up when you do a google search for “sprecken ze sassy”. Solid gold, no?