Two things occured to me today. Images are created by rumour and perceptions, rarely by truth. Perhaps that is the point of an image. Although most of us are not in control of the creation and maintenence of an image, I suppose that is why certain people in Hollyland get paid so well because they know all about the creation of images.
Another thing that occured to me today, is that I am naiive and terribly susceptible to what I believe others think of me. It is my own hair-shirt, which I wear with a sigh and often I forget that it is self-made and merely a perception.
Aside from the occasional truth in perceptions (such as Ford Cortina's as fond accessories to any self-styled boer) perceptions are basically sneaky little f....ers, and sometimes, if you are fotunate, the truth slaps you in the face, on a cold windy day.
Perception then sneaks away, and burrows into the closes rumour, growing like a fertilised belly, to new proportions, to overwhelm and occupy my thoughts again until the next slap.
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