The Mirror

Sunday 3.21pm

Isn’t it funny how you can make a decision and everything changes instantly, like a pebble rippling a pond. Or rather everything does not change but I change, and that changes everything, because the world around us exists, is created in our heads.

And isn’t it fragile this world I create, because I have discovered that what hurts the most, what hurts so much that my reaction is to run away or just turn my back and deny its existence, withdrawing into myself to hide, warily watching it while I rebuild my world around it. What hurts the most ? Simply . . . . The Truth. But not my own truth, no, someone elses.

The picture is the view from inside Napier Airport - I know what I see, but what about these others.