I'm not the man I used to be. For a start, my black hair is now mostly grey, and my baby face no longer smooth. In an ancient paradox Plutarch asked whether Theseus's ship, restored by replacing each and every one of its wooden parts during his long journey, remained the same ship.
And so it goes with us, each and every cell in our mortal bodies has changed many times since birth. And so have our hopes and thoughts, our fears and even our memories themselves. What really happened, and how can we be sure?
This part of Tigerulze will in due course reflect on the panorama of the past, both personal and historical. Writings true and false, photos and other imagery. Imagination and memory looking back at each other.
Come back soon for another look.