Aaaaaaaa-
Allllllll-
ALLLLL-
Aaaaaaaaall-
Almond.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-
Alm-
AAAAAAAAL-
No, Allllmond.
And that fish? The pink one?
You mean Saaalmon?
Now you’re just being silly.
Sitting around an ovular piece of wood on a warm Wednesday morning, warm for winter. Almost everyone is wearing black. Except for Khanyi and myself. Schematics for colours and their pallets are highly considered. Were highly considered. Are being highly considered. Consideration leads to the outward surrounds forming a more cohesive whole. I am not very considerate with schematics, not subtly at least. One dominant theme pervades when it comes to my clothing. Green. Clearly the best colour, I apply it with a brute force method.
The blocks outside exhibit a noticeable bleed-through. Bleeding through the day before. Days blending together more starkly than before and any attempt made to distinguish only blends more thoroughly, smudging the edges of dates. Blending stick held aloft. I have sat at this piece of wood many times before. Have those times become this time? Hyperawareness is energy consuming, creating a concise catalogue is hard. Perhaps I am engaged to a process of futility, pursuing that which necessarily must evade when pursued. The breeze bleeds through the blocks. Chasing futility is not as bad as it might initially seem.