Chapitre 1: Intro
The grey hue. Grey is a color often associated with "wisdom" and "modesty" as well as "conformity" and "boredom". A worry-free life to lead is in the picture and grey shows no excitement yet rain and woe. If I saw perhaps yellow in the distance, then I'd think, "Wow what a pretty sunset". If I saw grey I'd think, "Oh, it's about to fucking rain", and yes, it is about to rain. It's about to rain hard and there's nothing you can do about it except smell it. Do you smell the rain? Do you... see the line where the rain stops? Do you... hear the rain as it hits the ground? Do you feel the rain as it hits your cheek? A simple dewdrop shaped as a tear falling to the ground inevitably because of gravity, filled with dirt and disgust. Rain isn't grey though, yet I've made you think it is due to grey's flexibility of color, or maybe you're thinking, "This guy's waffling". Keep reading. There was once a time where everything was true. Everything was everywhere and anywhere at anytime. I'd love to see that, wouldn't you? An omniscience of grey.
Anyway, this is the story of a psyche gone wrong. A story of love. A story of fear. A book of patience. A canvas of art. A sheet of music. A knife of sadness and belief. It could be of religion, politics, hell, you could form it from the babbles of a baby.
What am I saying?
I'm saying this book is what you make it. This book is from the mind of a child, the mind of naivety and imagination. A teenage fever, a bliss of destruction, something to make you sing to, cry to, die for, set fire to the rain!
Dream big with this book in your hand and erase the grey hue. Do what you want. Don't conform, unless you have to.
Thank you and enjoy.
From Samuel.
To you.
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