I've always held this visual that Chaos or Tragedy would occur in the most mundane of moments. Not under the threat of an known enemy or by a predictable scale of natural disasters just waiting to let go. For me, it has always been in the quiet--the points of life where it feels just like any other day. Acoustically, if it were to have a sound, it's the way the leaves rustle in the wind, the long distant wail of a passing midnight train--music echoing off the walls of an office or home as life goes about its daily routine. There is no orchestral build up, no pitch of trumpets or rumble of drums--just life like the movie it isn't. That's also how I prefer to write it. Unexpected. In flow with an environment we can all relate to. People exiting their cars to enter grocery stores or dropping their children off at school or getting a sandwich from the local food truck while on their way back to work. I feel it takes, n...