Emotive Response
I scan my eyes across the dark-hued monochromatic palette that is my room and glower instinctively. Humanity is naught but shades of grey itself; a uniform march into obscurity and irrelevance that seemingly cannot be halted. Some days we wake up and try to wear our bright red shoes to stem the tide of similarity but before long we realise it is a futile effort. Our souls feel the weight of expectation bearing down on us as we hold hands and try desperately to find solace in the nearest kindergarten playgrounds, our memories a cataclysmic carousel of colour that feels lost amongst the sea of normality.
For one brief moment, we are whole. We click our heels together and make a wish.
It doesn’t come true.
did you know that when it’s dark there are different cones in your eyes and your eyes switch to those ones so they can see, but those cones can only see black and white and grey, and that’s why when it’s dark you can’t see colour and when it’s only kinda dark you can only kinda see colour. it’s also why it takes awhile for your eyes to adjust, when you’ve been having sex and you need to turn on the light because one of you goes to get the other one a glass of water (which is sweet!) but you end up blindly bashing into the doorframe, it’s because all the cones in your eyes are running around like mad and noone knows anymore whether it’s supposed to be night or day because eye-cones never got around to inventing electricity, they kinda just sit around in your eyes being uninventive. did you know that?
