"Wake up and smell the ashes..."

I feel like I've been in stasis for about four years, give or take. Like I drifted away from myself and ended up half-awake in a void where I could watch my own life in minute detail without exerting any actual control over it. And the honest truth is that I haven't really been able to tell if I was on the verge of slipping away or the edge of something more.

This isn't to say I'm out of touch with what I want to do, or even that I'm unaware of what I should do. Just that the doing of either has been difficult to impossible as of late. It could be laziness. I know at least some of it is. I should be creating. Movies, songs, stories, comic-books, and any other way humanly (or possibly inhumanly) to bring life to the characters and ideas that have been crowding around in my noisy, noisy, head since sometime in 1980.

But the void is warm, comfortable, and safe. It is devoid of ambition and therefore free of failure. You simply go about your business, waiting for the end of time and another Big Bang to send you on your random way. But this is the life of an asteroid, not a person. I have to leave it behind. I have to wake up. Wake up see if there's anything left. Or if there was anything there to begin with...