podeamBright Walls
They really are bright, orange-red and grey-blue; orange-red on all but one, and grey-blue on that one. That one ostentatiously called the feature wall, except it features nothing at all. Orange-red frames meant to frame features feature dustily in their plastic carrier shoved in a shelf somewhere.
It almost doesn’t feel like a real life room. It’s too bright and saturated, for real-life-rooms are calm and soothing and pastels. It’s like living in a showroom, a showroom of makebelief life and makebelief happiness.
Is it me?
But I picked both colours out, painstakingly pouring over paint catalogues and poking at glossy squares of pigments That May Appear Different From Paint and settled on these two, the orange-red and grey-blue. I forget their names, but I think the grey-blue was called Mysterious Grey, and it does in fact Appear Different in paint.
I painted the walls, climbing up ladders precariously and trying my best not to look down, and carefully painting the corners before realising the next panel was of the exact same colour so I could have just slopped it on and getting orange-red paint on my hair.
I love the colours.
But is it me?
Who is me? I see who I am, who I’ve become; what I am, what I’ve become. The things I have done and the things I am doing and the things I will be doing, and I think.
Am I growing into the person I will be, or am I pretending to be the person I want to be?
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