Precious flowers

I remember when I was a teenager, listening to Pink Floyd’s The Wall album and thinking how it managed to relay the way I felt about the world back to me. I felt special.

At no point did I ever think there was a logic gulf between the popularity of one of the greatest selling rock albums of all time and my own feelings of isolation and social despair. I understood both things but failed to think that other people might feel the same as me.

The flippant side of me wants to say that as teenagers we are stupid and self-involved. Realistically, though, many adults have failed to graduate out of that phase.