Assorted

White is not the absence of colour; it has hues and tones like other colours, but something more besides.

White has memories. Memories of what might have been.

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Events have a way of losing themselves once their moment is past. What stays on is the way we felt in that wordless time. Events cue memory, they don't make it.

I let in that wordless times and it floods me. When its tides retreat, words, like the bleached bones of a carcass, wait to be scavenged from the strand.

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We talk about hate so often. I hate you; I hate math. Hate is easy. But dislike is more serious and unwilling. Once inside you, it hardens like Araldite.