Here, notes are being penned, conversations flowing and in somewhere unseen, wheels are spinning.
There, an oversight of an enigmatic atomic particle doesn't fail to take part in the competition, forming itself into a compound by stealth. Only when something triggered its edges did it show its existence, but might already be too late because I am looking at this tetris wall that has piled up in front of me.
Something so microscopic, yet so pernicious.
It's farcical how floating rainbow coloured bubbles in our imagination can change so abruptly to a discoloured imprint on a piece of wasted film.
"Trying hard to paint the colours back" is the only expression the moment could summon. I held up the palette on one hand contemplating on what colours I should clothe it with -- I suddenly forgot how it looked like minutes ago when it was still vivid.
I drop the brush.
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