This is one of those pretentious pieces of literature, sometimes included with an album in a feigned attempt to make what would otherwise be a random, haphazardly assembled bunch of songs into something resembling a cohesive work of art. Perhaps I've given away too much. The truth is that this is a somewhat haphazardly assembled bunch of songs. In fact, most of the songs are haphazardly assembled themselves. I've come to terms with it; in a way that may just be the unifying trait to this collection of songs. Our everyday communication is not much more effective or cohesive than this music is though. We struggle to find the words we are looking for, or to express our ideas and feelings in the right way. I’m experiencing that as I write this preface to the album. I face this struggle often and even worry or fear that my words might be lost on others or misread. Sometimes I’m not even sure if my words have any meaning at all. At the end of the day the best that you can do is try and hope that it’s not a waste of time. Despite being plagued by these same difficulties, music can be a powerful form of communication. The fact that I've been blessed with the ability to say something through it is as humbling and scary as it is exciting. I know there are lots of people who have had things worth saying, but never got the chance. I think I have been given the chance to say something, but I’m not quite sure what that is just yet. So it is with gratitude, humility—and a little bit of shame at my inadequacy—that I embrace the opportunities I've been given. Honestly, I think most people don’t really know what they hope to say with their life, and those that do are probably lying or miserable because their hopes of ever doing so are slim. My days might be spent trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do with my life and never being quite sure, but at least I can chronicle that experience for other people to listen to and hopefully find enjoyment in.