Colours.

I’m accustomed to colours. Walking downtown - colours. It’s not so much the cool techno repetition of buildings, or the classical white clouds overhead. It’s the faces. When I leave Mississauga, I miss those colours, miss swimming in them. Everywhere else it seems a drabness - a single note. Colour is melody, is harmony, is discord, is signal to snow, is feedback, is rhythm: colour is the music of beauty.

The entire world is beautiful. Scenes are flickering through my head like old films. Sepia. A grate, in contrasts. Tall buildings, all blue glass. Moss on the trunks of hundred year old trees, like a green sea working against gravity. The small of your back. This is the question for you then. Think of something that your soul revolves around.

Tell me about it.

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Posted April 28th, 2005 in main.

5 comments:

  1. Lauren:

    I like how you spell colours. The American spelling is just not as cool.

    My soul revolves around words — written ones. I’m not much of a talker, but I love the power of combining words to form something beautiful, and the joy of finding someone who has written exactly what I didn’t know I was trying to say.

    April 28th, 2005 at 3:37 pm
  2. Scatterfingers:

    A friend of mine once said, “Sometimes I think I could be a writer - and then I read a book that says everything exactly the way I would.”

    My soul revolves around music, really. I listen, I write, I sing, I play. It fills colour into the blanks spaces where I find myself only sharp lines and angles.

    And the British spelling is fuller, for some reason - it seems like “color” doesn’t ring the same way.

    April 28th, 2005 at 3:49 pm
  3. shan:

    Where are you going? You said: As i leave missasauga…?

    shan

    April 28th, 2005 at 4:13 pm
  4. Pope Benedict XVI:

    My soul revolves around wine, my Escalade, and Pez.

    April 28th, 2005 at 4:49 pm
  5. Laurs:

    update

    &

    take more pics

    May 3rd, 2005 at 9:42 am

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