Forever destined to be that innocent brown eyed boy suddenly haunted by a giant cartoon staring down at him with ominous and beautiful psyche-remaking ferocity. To laugh, to cry to scream at fear newly born in that young soul, life in all its muddied glories encapsulated by a face and a stroller that seems small, far too small indeed. Proust wept.

 

Here, evidence of a heroes journey begun: