It's that feeling you get at 4:45 AM as you stand in the middle of an English, grassy field with the sun's rays kissing your cold skin. It's the taste of an ice cold pepsi, straight out the cooler on the side of a dusty American highway, after being a coke person your entire life. It's the thought of not knowing what's coming up around the bend as you trek your way through the thick, twisted and violent shrubs in the cold coniferous forests in North Finland. It's the aura of your friends as they sit beside you, telling tales of times forgotten with the waves crashing to your side on a gentle and calming beach in Western Australia. It's Monument Banks.