Monochromaniac

What if we lived in a world of black and white? What if colours never existed? What if the rainbow was made up of an ombré of black to white?  

I'd tap that.

Would you?

A morbid obession with black- As if decking in black all the time is not apparent enough, I long to train my mind to think monochrome, maybe life wouldn't seem so complicated that way. Life is but a mirage of colours no matter how much you try to dye it. You force yourself to believe that life isn't all that bad because you fear death and what comes after, non?

This grim mindset has been looming in my head for months. I wouldn't say that I have never had happy times, but as I get older, the bleak reality of life just hits me right smack in my face. And so I end here abruptly (because I can), with my favouritest quote ever by Murakami --

"Death exists, not as the opposite but as part of life."

Till liberation,

x x x

Current aural musing: <The XX - Angels>