The more comfortable I get, the more I fall asleep.

What I am really trying to show here is - The more comfortable my life gets, the more I fall apart because, like most people - If I am not doing what gives me purpose, if I am sitting in a dim comfortable room outside of the sunlight, I go to sleep.

Emotionally, mentally, creatively. When that happens, I get more and more depressed until I hit a wall and say fuck it. I get the fuck out and start to move and become alive again.

That’s why I said: ‘As long as I never sit still, I can never die.’