22 March 2001
Last year: Or maybe it's just that it's spring, and romance is in the air, infecting us with the desire for it like a virus.
Today I am On Display.
Red. Red is the color of... What is it the color of, anyway?
Black and red are the colors of war: Cherry flashes of light as rockets explode in the night, echoed in muzzle-flash, reflected on the edge of a blade; hatred and anger exploding behind your eyes; pain and agony painting the world in flaring stripes as the bright blood flows...
White and red are the colors of passion: Blood again, my heart beats for thee; the searing of desire and hope; valentine hearts and roses... If I had to assign a color to orgasm, it would be red peaking into white.
Blue and red are the colors of joy: Bright balloons and children's toys decorated in bold, primary-color spashes.
Green and red are the colors of Christmas: Trees trimmed with bows; Santa hats and mittens; sparkling packages taunting and teasing; holly and berries and candycanes...
Yellow and red are the colors of danger: Fire engines race; stop signs and signal lights insist.
What is red to me? It is all these things. Joy and anger and passion and danger and pain...
Today, actually, as I peer into the mirror and gingerly touch the glaring red patches around my nose, where the skin has been rubbed raw over the past four or five days, pain heads the list.
Word of the Day:
inviolable - secure from violation, assault, or trespass; unassailable
Currently Reading:
- The White Plague by Frank Herbert
Current Projects:
- garden planning
- writing