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Monday, May 04, 2009
The Room of White. As all rooms have, this room too had - an entrance, a portal to the other parallel universe we always dreamed of. A place where little prancing ponies grazed the green pastures, of rainbows and pots of gold. And. That ephemeral and divine belief that a heaven of some sort (where purity and innocence resides) actually exists. The entrance to this haven of purity, it almost served to comfort the mind clouded with the darkness of an eternal abyss. The walls of the room; they reflected all the rays and beams of incandescence the room held into your sight perceptors. It was a blinding image. One of light so bright, you almost forgot the existence of black. It was mind numbing. He took a seat right in the center of the square room. Equidistance from the four right-angled corners, right where that imaginary X marked the center of the room. He sat facing a corner. He stared. He started to paint his mind a blank. This blank, it wasn't empty. It was hard to describe. It was a pseudo emptiness that served as a vacuum for his emotions. His mind started to spin, the room of light was now a spinning whirl. Very much like a washing machine switched on to full power, where soapy, foamy bubbles formed. It seemed snow like, almost. He started to wonder if the lack of colour was actually black, or if it wasn't, would it have been the other end of the spectrum? The other hue at the other end of the colour slider. The paleness of this room. Well, he concluded that if light were made up of seven separate colours. The lack of colours must be black. But now, he wasn't convinced. You see, if you mixed any colour to a point of saturation, it would turn black. So was the lack of colour still black? Darkness could be compared to black; and light to the paleness of paper. He couldn't resolve this problem either. This room that he was in, it was meant to make him feel hopeful. But now, as everything else in the world had done to him, this room too has imposed darkness on his mind. To think that an asylum would have helped. |
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