A picture from the past - not so very distant, but sufficiently removed (and sufficiently shadowed) for it to give an impression of identity without the risk of recognition. 

Not that there is anything to hide. But there is, perhaps, a lot that can be destroyed.

Who is this person anyway? It is a college student, in the last days of his last year. And looking at myself at that time, I seem to be apprehensive, horribly self-conscious, almost crushed by the weight of the Victorian surroundings and over-shadowed by the university's gothic gloom.

At that time the primary thought going through my head was: how can I get a good job? Ironically that proved to be one of the least of my problems.