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  • Life in Technicolor.

    It's late. I spent all my day reading black words printed out white paper. It's time for a red strawberry, with its wonderful green tuft on top and its lovely yellow freckles all over its body.

    I stand up careless of the night time, noisily moving the chair. The floor is cold under my roly-poly foot. What is colder, black or white? I can't decide myself. Walking through the doors toward the kitchen this is my only thought. The floor should be black or white? Which color best fits its coldness? Actually it's a paradox. 90% of dump. I'm all sweaty. Sweaty is light blue, isn't it? Sweat is warm. I ended up matching the cold floor with black and the warm sweat with white.

    There's a cup of strawberries in my hands. I don't remember where I grasped it. I was shoveling monochromatic clouds without thinking of polychromatic human being's needs.

    Here we are. My beloved strawberries. It's a great feel under my hands. It's rough. Not the unpleasant rough of neurotic employees who have to process 20 client's order per minute. It's the rough you find in things made in Mother Nature's Garden. Nothing is perfect there. There's nothing to share with a strawberry built after 3 hrs of modeling inside of Photosoph. Its yellow dots are so..wait. They're not yellow! I'm holding it in my hand. The light is clear and sharp. The red strawberry is not red. The tuft is not green. They're monochromatic. Light and dark grey.

    I'm confused. It smells like a strawberry. Its shape is so strawberrish. But there's not the feeling of a cool and carefree and exciting life as in a normal and colorful strawberry.

    I taste it. It's poor, flat, boring, almost annoying, exactly as would be a whole life without a single color.

    I go to bed, it's the best choice. Brooding about how would be a black&white life is not the best way to approach a comfortable night of sleep.
    I close my eyes. It's very late. Now I can dream.
    Fortunately I don't have to dream my life as it would be tinted of color, I can dream as it would be printed in technicolor if I want. Pretty interesting, pretty old-styled but not enough to be labeled as Black&White.

    Good night.

    Post Scriptum: thank you peacocks, you are as colorful as an interesting life should be.
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