If it's in black and white, it's one pail tip from the dustbin of history. But when it's in color, it's suddenly immediate. Thing is, spending all these years altering digital photos, I know from looking at them that with just a little twiddling those photos could be much more clear.

God damn you, you bastards. You took every awful little thing from every dust-darkened corner long forgotten, distilled it, and made it famous. Bah. You stopped, and they've kept going. And they raise glasses in October to the world, and the world raises one back. Because, and in spite, of you.