Same old story. Between memory and forgetting, looking away and discovering, you start all over again. When everyone else is asleep, you have to keep on kicking and there is still a light burning at some bar somewhere. And you think of your heroes, the old and the new, and they put a smile on your face. Then you know again where you come from, at least until tomorrow, until the morning, you don't have to go much further for the time being.