Grey Matter

Things, they say, are neither black or white, but shades of grey.

Actually, I think this in-between space is more rainbow-like. And even if it did appear grey, it is never truly, through and through grey. You find yourself looking at small accents of colour and noticing a subtle warmth in the light, or the leftover evidence of someone's presence perhaps.

Apply this theory – that there is colour between black and white – to your liberal, compassionate mind and you'll discover it's alright, you can pin down those ideas and stand up to a raving fundamentalist after all.

By the way, happy birthday to the man I met in a coffee bar this morning who was trying to forget it was his birthday. You are lovely and deserve to be made a fuss of.


{Today's soundtrack: Hem - Half Acre.}