so I've been lost in the wilderness for six plus years...I mean that's what I thought, what I know. And weirdly enough I thought of this almost at the same time as I thought of Joe Strummer. The sunset was happening and I cried. I don't think I ever cried about Strummer dying...he actually came back to my friend's place in San Clemente after playing a couple of shows with The Pogues. A really human guy. But that's not it...it was about him but not. I cried for myself really. For having remembered myself for a second. I've been living very hard for the last six years...and it shows in my face now...but I remembered. I'm alive...here...with other people who are here at the same time...I just can't see them here in the wilderness...in the dark. So I'll be a fire...and maybe I'll remember where I was going when the sun went down.