COLOR IS A NARRATIVE
FOR INSTANCE, WHITE. One only need pay attention to the photos I've posted to date of my son to think he only owns one shirt: a white shirt. Here he is in a recent visit to Safari West:
He loves his white shirts. In his former orphanage, white is not a practical color given the nature of doing laundry for 170 children. So many stories hide behind that fact, yah?
I've written "color is a narrative" in at least one old poem -- perhaps I didn't really know what it meant until I considered my son's love for a white shirt...
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