1968 2008
It is hard for me to remember my past. When confronted with pictures, something is stirred but not very strongly. I don’t see a resemblance between the two pictures above. Physiologically, there is nothing left of the person from 1968. Every cell in that body has long since died and has been regenerated many times over. So many brain synapses have been broken and so many new ones established. My present memories of 1968 are so faint as to be almost non-existent.
Yet that little boy is in me.
Actually, the 40-year-old you and the present you look very similar. It is easy to see the boy in the man (more so than with many people). The nose, the ears, the shape of the face….