Month: July 2015

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The Colourful Whiteness

The colour white is the absence of memory. -Stephen King Her people had given up colour to mark their resistance. They only wore black. Funny, she thought,black is the unity of all colours. But she obliged nonetheless,burdened by the grief of her people and their shame. Shame of being powerless.But they couldn’t get inside her head. Inside, it was … Continue reading The Colourful Whiteness

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A Moody Swing

There is no reason why she is doing what she is doing, but she is doing it anyway. Much like the whirlpool of her many moods. When she is not being a total nuisance and destroying perfectly aligned patterns and cutlery, she is too busy being grumpy. Why? Because she doesn’t know. Because she looked … Continue reading A Moody Swing