Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet

A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why I'm still on the case
It's a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
And it's your face I'm looking for, on every street.

On Every Street, Dire Straits

The Cutest Human

Yeah, I am biased, but this is my daughter when she was seven or eight. Cute as a bug. This came up in a memories spotlight in Google Photos...