Do you ever think about how strange music is? How strange it is to even speak? That, with air, we vibrate this small piece of flesh in our bodies, flap our mouths, and sounds come out? Coherent sounds? Sounds with meanings, millions of meanings and emotions and scents and textures associated with them?

Do you ever think about how strange it is to just exist?

Without classes, my life (I'm sad to say) is even more mundane and lonely. When I'm feeling particularly down- like now- I try to remember just how strange and beautiful existence really is.