Was thinking today, as I walked in the sun amongst people enjoying the summer, unaware, it seemed, that it will evaporate within seconds, about pretending. I was watching the smokers, people who, to a man (or woman), began doing it in an effort to pretend to be someone or some thing. And were still pretending. Naturally, this brought to mind Peter Sellers, a great pretender who, it is said, for all his ability to emulate others, did not know who he, himself, was.
Well, who the fuck knows who they are? Nobody IS anybody or anything anyway. Other people just SEEM to be something ’cause you’re looking at them from the outside.
When people try to paint themselves in the simple character strokes with which they think others are drawn, the results are catastrophic and inevitable.
They smoke.
