"How are you doing?"

I'm doing...

It feels like a starry night, and I'm in the audience; laying on the grass and gazing up. Suddenly, you feel so small and insignificant; like the tiniest speck of dirt on this rock. And you look up and lose track of time. Before you realize it, you're light years away, surfing on some star somewhere, watching a planet crumble. But at the same time you're still nestled in that same itchy, dampness, locked inside the four walls of your skull, with nowhere to go but inward.

So no, I'm not doing badly. I'm just feeling... galactic.