what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you?
“The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see—the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.
* * * A SMALL THEORY * * *
People observe the colors of the day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonation, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.
In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”
—Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, 2005. The speaker is Death.
Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see—the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.
* * * A SMALL THEORY * * *
People observe the colors of the day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonation, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.
In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”
—Markus Zusak, The Book Thief, 2005. The speaker is Death.
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