I'm Shane. I can't sustain a conversation to save my life. I play guitar for Cardona from Atlanta. Music is the only thing that makes sense to me. Everything else, I don't know. I don't know why i'm here. This is a medium though, and I will attempt to use it to gain some insight. I will attempt to use a basic understanding of logic to observe, test my beliefs, and come to conclusions. This faculty of reason and understanding is the only consistent thing i'm aware of as existing. Using this, there are boundaries waiting to be discovered. To potentially be surpassed. There is something to learn. Some amount of progress that can be achieved. I will assume that this faculty is not confined to any extent. And maybe attempt to prove that this is true. These endeavors are my delusions of security and permanence, but also a utilization of my potential. My experiences have led me to believe I am meant to be alone, and I will take advantage of it. My conviction will lie in my isolation, and my isolation in my conviction. I will seek this validation, so that my vessel may rest.