Orange
There are two ways to imagine a world in which only orange exists. The first is to imagine the world painted over. The second is to imagine the world stripped of every item of another color. This second way I prefer, though few fruits would exist, only half of my sister’s tabby would remain, and every writing instrument would be a colored pencil. Blue sky would yield to orange sun, and I would bask in the brilliant glow, if only I were orange.

White
If you try to imagine nothing, you’ll imagine either pure black or pure white. I imagine the difference between nihilism and monism in no less certain terms. If you imagine grey, you’re in trouble.

Silver
Each coin in my pocket represents infinite unfulfilled want. Unanswered questions, unaffordable purchases, and unmade phone calls. I don’t have enough, so silver stays in my pocket with the lint and crumpled receipts. Desire for everything is debilitating, but the desire to desire nothing only conflicts when there’s anything to gain. If I collect every pittance in my path, I’ll always want for pity.

Invisible
I am obsessively jealous of monomaniacs. I admire their focus and conversational limitation. Knowing nothing, I parrot their words and miss the singular essence. There is an invisible veil of sanity keeping me from myself.

Violet
I don’t remember your name, but I remember your words and the color of your skirt. Monotonous music moved us through unnecessary ambiguity. I simplify: the answer is no. No time, no effort, no silver, no desire. If you imagine grey, you’re in trouble.

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