A blast from the past

Old books and old photographs. I have a few of the one, and way too many of the other... They have the bad habit of dragging you, kicking and screaming, back to a better time :-<. You laugh, despite yourself sometimes. But so much has changed between then and now, invariably, every time you look. In the end you just end up missing the good old days :).

Currently: missing stuff...
Listening to: Moby - 257.zero