Perception: a magical mystery tour into the depth of an individual’s mind.
It’s what allows someone to arm a rocket launcher . . . aim it straight at your house . . .x
Score a direct hit . . .
Meander by an hour or so later, working their way through the rubble and debris of destruction , until they reach you . . .
And stand face to face inquire, in their most sardonic voice, “What’s wrong with you?”
It’s moments like this that make me wish I could open the tops of people’s heads,
**much like you would a pez dispenser
or a nutcracker**
. . . crawl inside their brain and see the world through (what I consider to be) their extremely distorted and disturbing point of view.
The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali