At first, life was colour.
A whirling, swirling, mess of bright primary hues. The blur of the toy mobile, and cartoon hypnotist's eyes melting and moulding into one. Vivid, confusing, awe-inspiring…
And then the colour faded.
Lines were drawn; boundaries established. Black and White. Right and Wrong.
Biting my brother-Wrong.
But then the lines began to blur...
And I got my first taste of the tantalising gray-in all its varying shades. Standing on the middle ground was interesting, empowering, invigorating!
Yet that too did not last.
The colour began to seep back in-it had to. And life was colour again. But it was bigger now: the spectrum wider. The vivid colours ever present-yet overshadowed by a million in-betweens. There were countless tiny, intimate, inexplicable connections-like a web –where to pull on one was to pull on another.
There was more to see-and everything faded into gray.