You wake up in the middle of the night just to ask yourself the same thing over and over again: "Why?" Every second and every moment, every word and every smile, you remember them all with an almost eidetic memory. Silence surrounds you, darkness is all over you, your lips are dry and your hands are shaky, you start whispering, Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan start singing. "Oh, why don't we learn from mistakes/We stumble along with so many more to make". You still won't do it, you know you can learn from mistakes, you know you can forget, you just don't want to. "We were so lonely at times/Fading away/Sitting side by side". Particles of the future, reminiscences from the past. Then you close your eyes and wonder, "How am I supposed to sleep tonight?" - Khyne