you: how was london? what did you see?
me: In the gardens and in the streets I saw mauve, coral, bottle green and burgundy, olive and claret, puce and umber and tawny brick brown, the muddy black greens of Rembrandt and wet gold of Van Gogh, gleaming amber & dusty fallow, all of it flecked and mottled as with ink, all presided over by a sodden, stormy grey—the silence against which each of them echoed. If London has blood it is grey.
you: ok thanks it’s fun & easy being your friend