Where indeed does time go, Mark? It flies, I guess. But then, such is the nature of entropy. Though being elastic, there are periods when time drags.
What a lovely, heartfelt article. You do more with those 1,000 (well, 1,347) words, in reflecting upon the concept of idealism, than any photographs could ever convey.
Absolutely lovely piece, Mark. We’re the same age and I also remember the thrill of getting a job with a salary of £8,500. Seemed like a fortune to me. And at the age of 30, I was able to buy a two-bedroom (ex local authority) flat in Camberwell. Those were the day, eh.
Where indeed does time go, Mark? It flies, I guess. But then, such is the nature of entropy. Though being elastic, there are periods when time drags.
What a lovely, heartfelt article. You do more with those 1,000 (well, 1,347) words, in reflecting upon the concept of idealism, than any photographs could ever convey.
Absolutely lovely piece, Mark. We’re the same age and I also remember the thrill of getting a job with a salary of £8,500. Seemed like a fortune to me. And at the age of 30, I was able to buy a two-bedroom (ex local authority) flat in Camberwell. Those were the day, eh.
Thank you. It's only when you cast your mind back that you realise how much has changed. Days indeed!
What a story!
Thanks Mark. I guess it is when you write it down, but it didn't feel like it at the time.