Four

London Easter 07

There's not enough color.

Last night I dreamed that I bought some paint and through it all over the snow.

Covering everything in greens and blue's, splashes of angry red and chirpy yellow. Destroying the timid white beneath my feet.

Easy, destroying the purity of the white ground.

I'm starting to hate white. Starting to itch for something new, choking for something bright and bold to come and save me from the pure white that surrounds me. Hurry up.

I'm still waiting and it's been so long.