The same deep water as you

Isn't it funny when you look at old pictures, or, maybe not so much old, but from a different time, and you feel so much of what you were then, like a huge sweepy wave? I remember the evening that this photo was taken so clearly and all in technicolour; wine out of a plastic glass and singing happy birthday to no one and dancing on rooftops and not being afraid of falling over the edge. Ah, how things have changed, who we've lost but what we've gained...

Here are some illustrations from Shirley Barber, because I bought a book of hers today for my little cousins and remembered how lovely her work was when I was little (and still is to this day). I'm listening to Disintegration by The Cure in a weird juxtapositioning of beautiful things. Oh.