[ WP ] Colorless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously .

*Kaleidoscope*, she says, and runs in colourful circles for a year. A bright, white field opens out before her, so she splashes it with orange and olive and aubergene, then runs the gamut of blues, blues, blues. And red. Such deep red, at the end. 
 
 What does her creation look like, when she holds it aloft, finally, and stares into the swoops and swirls for meaning? Frantic, searching? Determined, knowing? Could anyone decrypt the long, long spirals of warm grey and cold, metal pink? Can she? 
 
 Quietly, she folds it away, tucks it between the pages of a book on a shelf in a room that she never enters again, and begins to live in a structured square of more tempered hues. Well. She lives well. But still, from time to time, a turquoise look will gleam under her skin, and her thoughts turn to her bright white field where, transient and colourless, green ideas sleep furiously.
