I was just ascending the steps to the lobby when I caught sight of this rather striking shadow of myself, created by some indirect source behind me.
It's another one of those images that mysteriously put me in a wistful and somewhat melancholy frame of mind.
Well, perhaps in this case I can venture a guess as to one possible reason: the backwards ballcap, the t-shirt, the knee shorts and the lack of features -- all conspired to erase age and make my shadow-self appear like the kid I have not been in many, many years. Kind of like Miyazaki's "Howl's Moving Castle" in reverse. But unlike the title of this post, I can never go home again.
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