My head is full of Arthur and Dot and Bill, and being young, and a time that felt like it was golden. No, that’s not right. It didn’t feel like it was golden when we were in it, did it? That’s a tint I’ve cast on it since, now I know so much more about life and pain and drudgery. I’ve added the gold shimmer, but how much of it is about youth and freedom, and how much about having those people close to me? It’s impossible to know.
