The letters that authors have written to their teen selves are astonishing—rich and varied, but always, it feels to me, tender and loving of that younger self. I've wondered a little what I could say to myself, but, honestly, I have no advice. She did OK.
But recently, the Web, through the random floatings of social media, gave me a little gift: A student film made in 1974. I wasn't the prime mover behind this film; I was just a participant. I remembered making it, but in a vague, word-bound way—watching it released the memory from the words. So here it is, a silent film, crazy with politics and joy, a message from Dear Teen Me...
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