Fables for your Microscope

“Once, as a child, in a state of elation as I ran along a street with my companions, I jumped in front of an old man and shouted in his face.  As my eyes met the old man’s eyes, I saw he was in the midst of crying.  Only years later did I come to realize that I was shouting in my own face, and that the old man was me.”

Every Friday night, explore what lurks beneath the lens, with your host Adam.