There’s an ongoing debate as to whether I’ve always had an elongated parietal bone, or whether it’s a very recent development. The implications of the latter possibility, which I hinted at regarding Goethe three years ago, would be great fun to explore.
To help answer this question, I hunted down my original typing pictures:
These were taken only a couple of months after my initial discovery of Koanic’s blog. I still enjoy reading that thread every now and then.
Looking into that kid’s big eyes, I can see why Patrick has always teased me for being like a little puppy. There’s distrust, but also an endearing straightforwardness. And you can also see the seed of what would become these eyes:
Those are the eyes of a man who is no longer asking “why”, only “what”. I feel them changing again, even more quickly this time, to eyes that ask “how”, and soon I expect they will burn with the quintessential fanatic’s question: “where”. And so I bid farewell to little Aeoli, who TBH was a little crazy, and say hello to big Aeoli, who is an absolute madman.