gray stagnant solitary in a whirling sea of color a sea that changes so many times every second that it doesn't (does it?) change at all stops moving. like a lone shadow amongst autumn leaves monochromatic stain drifting wandering watching (ever) watching. dull ink on vibrant hues waiting pondering? but devouring. black and color is still inky black. "nihilistic solipsism" some may call it erroneous narrow (mis)guided un- thinking. colors polluted a taught habit eating consuming regurgitating brown "spectrum" they know best (or so thought) try everything do everything absorb everything return brown. essence changed. (for better or for worse?) black unchanging unyielding tries everything does everything absorbs everything and eventually (perhaps after a eon or two) returns unscathed unaltered conscious (while so many aren't) of its essence unseen unnoticed minutiae's metamorphosis held close quiet shifts hidden locked away and brought forth only when the ink spreads thin where others would fade black (and its heart) shine forth true colors.