Silence. Praise, even in the singularity of its filling. It’s not noise. Noise can and should be silent as well. It’s a warm-hearted absence of sound. The one you can suspend, but not because it’s uncomfortable. Simply because you feel like adding something to the white canvas, it’s a beautifully put sculpture. It’s red in the shape of a body painting. It’s the dark in the rainbow. Splashed.
For the snow that was left to fall, I wonder. The streets are the same, and the buildings haven’t fallen. When in synchronicity, I stand. When in disfunction, I couldn’t behave. How would one act in a dystopia? How could one communicate if you had been out with the lions? How could one smile when glued to the wall? It’s the reminiscence. Black and white can function together, but you’ll notice they’re not the same. White with beige is more discrete. At the same time, I wouldn’t go for red and orange. It’s too aggressive. It’s a very personal taste but go as far as yellow once in peace. Keep that in mind when choosing what to wear next week.