Achromatic Candid

“What would it be? That one you would want to keep only.” I was asked by a man with a toothbrush moustache from the late 19th century, almost looking like Adolf Hitler, maybe he is the Adolf Hitler talking to me which I was from the 20th century, maybe not. Well, it doesn’t matter to me if he is or not. Then he continued. “till’ living was no longer astir.”

To perceive, he was talking modern and my imagination is distorted.

I have a piece as an answer, I’m no artisan- so it was only painted on my mind, envisaging a canvas of mine.

Gray.

That one I want to keep?

No.

. . . . . .

It was a midnight scene, in a ghostly time. There is one walking beside the iron sheet fence on the middle of the street. A woman on her feet. The canvas view was behind her, with the wide, long gray street along with those high utility pole and street lights which casting rays of light grays. You could see dark gray drips on her leg, it was wet. The left side of the street, after the pavement, there was a shattered sea, on the other side, there was a shallow farm. In front of the woman back figure, there was a foot bridge in steel.

I don’t know if it was an unfinished canvas on my head, or I just can’t finish thinking about it.

There are things that should be told about the canvas; her leg was dripping blood, it was gray so you can’t tell. Both sides of the street were actually just reflection, mirrors. There was a white pigeon flying on her right shoulder, to be frank, It has no brilliance. Just a brilliance wannabe in gray.

It was a grayscale canvas. There was no white pigeon but a pigeon that wore the lightest scale of gray.

Gray.

The one I want to keep?

No.

But the shades, tints and shadows could trace it.

“Sanity” was the piece name.

“Don’t you need sanity?” He was murmuring in my head, I was questioning myself using Adolf Hitler’s facade (his facade is not a bad idea, after all he is an artist but frustrated.) and added “Like a usual and realistic necessity? Wasn’t it?”

If that is? There is no way I would need sanity.

Solely,

I would need a gray notion to hold my sanity.

(This work might remain unedited and flawed cos im not really fully conditioned but I really want to write this one.)