...so long with these pictures of you... that I almost believe that they're real.
Phrase courtesy of The Cure, via my friendly CBTL workspace sound system. Makes me think though.
Don't we all tend to live with the pictures of others that we build in our heads? We tell ourselves stories, over and over, and soon we come to believe that they are true. In my own case, I know that I carry a certain set of pictures around within the wallet of my self. They are creased and folded, worn at the edges from being slipped out of their secure carrying place to be sighed or smiled over, and then carefully tucked back away for safekeeping.
Are the pictures all I can feel?