04/09/2026
I took a trip down memory lane and stumbled across old photographs, like the one above, taken up in a tree somewhere in Southern Italy — free as a bird. Time flies, and carries our lives with it. And every so often, bits of the past float by for a visit.
As I looked at this photograph, the eyes of my younger self gazed back at me. Something within me stirred.
An excerpt from: https://henrikvierula.substack.com/p/your-younger-self-is-watching