Thirty years ago

I was 19, full of zeal and an undying belief in changing the world.

Now, it’s about understanding the inner landscape, the one that (always) made me dream the impossible and was willing to try anything new for the sheer hell of it. If I’ve any ambition left, it’s to connect daily with the muse and lose myself in work of the soul.

What about you?

What were you doing thirty years ago?