Way to Childhood

I think these words. I see a light strop in front of me. On closer inspection, it has the shape of a comet. The brightest end, the head, is childhood and growing up. The core, the densest part, is childhood, the first period in which the most important features of our lives are determined. I try to remember, I try to penetrate this density. I have grown, free from vanity and jewelery, fallen in...