Establishing Shots: Bruford

He stood there looking in the mirror at the wiry white hairs that had threaded themselves through his beard and he huffed out something that sounded like a sigh but was more of a fuck you to mortality. He was sick and tired of being reminded by everything around him that he was getting older — he didn’t feel older so why should the world conspire to fuck with his perceptual apparatus? He was going to push back and start redrawing the lines that were trying to script his life for him. The razor had been charging all night and was ready for the job in hand.
He had been reading all night about the construction of hologrammatic models of reality through the use of the written word and he thought that he could do something similar with the paints that he used. If he mapped the interior reality of his own consciousness and pushed that out into the world then surely he could do something to affect the exterior reality. What really separated the two things except a thin skin of perception? He was thinking of reality as something akin to a rice pudding and how many times had he pushed through the brown skin on the top to enter the milky white truth of a different reality underneath? It was perhaps a very stupid analogy but for the moment it was working for him and it was motivating him to try and change himself and his life.
He was an on/off student of the so-called dark arts and was reading various texts that helped him view certain aspects of modern culture in different lights to those accepted by the mainstream — the vox populi was generally the spoon-fed mumblings of a daytime TV addict, and he wanted to speak loudly in a different voice. He would reframe the view of what the world was and how it controlled him and he could control it — if he named things differently and built into them his own concepts then what was there that could stop him doing as he liked with things? If the world were nothing but a set of data that came to him through various sense organs and reprogrammed those sense organs to perceive things in a different manner wasn’t it possible that he would actually be capable of changing reality at its base level? He believed that to be the truth and so, for him it was the truth.