At the dawn of a Woke Brave New Wold
We are offered unlimited fulfilment
Of all possible and impossible desires
Provided always that we relinquish reality
It is a thin tightrope walking above the Hesperides Garden
Leaving the golden apples aside, two young beauties enjoy the party
Who cares about the future when we have plenty of forever afters
Indulgences are out of stock but we can still sell our innocence
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill Carnival Galleries