[1999-02-22]
I've been told so many times, that black isn't really a colour. Sure,
maybe it isn't, from a strictly scientific point of view. But still, I
refuse to accept the fact. I can't accept that the majority of my
clothes, the beautiful sky of the night, the letters in the books I read
and my trustworthy gramophone would be colourless.
Black is one of the most important colours of my life. It's half of my
life, to be precise. The other half is white. Yin and Yang. Halfways
they meet, and in each are a part of the other.
Some people claim that black and white should not exist together.
I claim that black and white can't exist without
eachother.
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