I've been thinking about colors wondering if my blue is someone's yellow. I think colors are nouns, concrete matter existing on a separate plane of light. Vision is such an amazing computation. My brain is taking longer to process what I actually see and skips ahead like a bored kindergartener. There are coyotes, non existent birds flying in open spaces, warped and wavy, a dizzying Wonka-esque landscape.
Fantasy, reality, faulty wiring, it is magical, my theater of sight.
