I glance at monochromatic photos, greeted by beaming darkness. Mournful recruitment posters stain the walls, tattered suffragette sashes lay neglected on hooks and sordid factories contaminate the landscape. Nevertheless the benign purity of your carved smile is something which we can only envy. Your profound bravery to enhance morality marked the first step of a marathon we’ve only just completed. The marathon from which we are still breathless. Your yearning for equal opportunity consolidated our future, but still we struggle. Masking once innocent smiles with emojis, self-deprecating jokes and long-sleeved jumpers, it seems it’s really us who’s the sepia generation.