Just sitting at the table with a cup of tea having a conversation with my friend Annie Lennox (to this point she's unaware of our friendship, but nevertheless):
Maybe I'm still searching
But I don't know what it means
All the fires of destruction are still burning in my dreams
There's no water that can wash away this longing to come clean
(Lyrics from Dark Road, off the album Songs of Mass Destruction)
Annie's an incredible student and chronicler of the human experience, and I would love to pour her a cup and talk about those lines above.