Do Or Do Not

I have a soul-crushing headache with Skywalker Sound written all over it.

Heather commented that my last entry read like one of those “Fuck you, I’m too busy to post” type posts. Not at all. I am neither that busy nor that misanthropic. Instead, I’ve found myself in some sort of strange limbo over the last few days, torn, as it were, between the Jedi and the Sith.

That’s an overstatement, to be sure. Obi-Wan says, “Only The Sith speak in absolutes.” And indeed, there is nothing absolute about the place in which I stand. While I certainly empathized with young Anakin, ne, Darth Vader, as he wrestled with his torment and confusion, there is no great moral dilemma before me. No empire hangs in the balance.

No, it’s something vague and subtle, like a smell or a color. There’s a hint of something, but I’m not sure what it is. I looked for it last night, walking forty blocks home from the office listening to Snow Patrol on repeat. And I looked for it tonight on the silver screen. But I haven’t found anything. Nothing but this soul-crushing headache.