A Problem with the Pears.

The Conference pears they had in Sainsbury’s today were a selection of odd shapes. Silly shapes. Suspicious shapes. Suggestive shapes. Sordid shapes. It took some time to find ones that I was prepared to put my mouth anywhere near.

They had me thinking again about the theory that our minds produce our own realities. I wonder what that says about mine. Presumably that it's silly, suspicious, suggestive and sordid. Oh.