Each our own shade of pigment on an endless canvas, we are bleeding into one another and creating endless indiscernible hues. A meaningless masterpiece. We are the ink, we are the pigment, we are the canvas – depending on your perspective. You are me and I am you, and combined we’re something altogether different from you or I alone.

What color are you? A zealous, forceful, and brilliant green, perhaps? Maybe you started out as this shade, but you were invaded by vermillion red, and you ended up being a dull brown color instead.