Really getting back into Lynx Africa.
Sleepwalking through personal ‘golden ages’ is a particularly sad aspect of life. Whether it’s lost loved ones, a dispersed group of friends, a fun job, those three consecutive Christmases in the 90s, or the Sunday tradition that lasted less than a year, but is still what Sundays are meant to be. There’s something cruel about the fickle nature of time and perception, that you never know when you’re in the ‘good ol’ days while you’re in them.