can we start over?

sometimes i read things, see things, listen to stories that happen to people, and i conclude again and again that this world is fucked up. can we start over please? can we at least eliminate stupidity, ignorance, and in general making the ones we live with/by/for miserable? oh, and paying attention wouldn't hurt either. there's a lot written between the lines.

one year

year old memories are sneaking up on me, peeking from behind the courtains. stirring up my hard-worked-on peace. i'm back at the club, at the studio, in the stick shift car. but most of all, i'm back at the empty little euro bar, it's a cold friday night, and i'm having the best time of my life. the most amazing, crazy, sweet and real evening ever. so that's what i miss. but a couple more songs and i will go back to voluntary amnesia. it's better that way.