If we were to think in colours and only colours, we'd be gritty and dark like lost souls. We weren't tangible enough. We weren't pigmented in cheerful colours enough. We're just thousands of hues each, each with our own thousands imagining ourselves sunsets over renaissance horizon. Sadly we were lost in translation, just merging and merging and merging until we lost all that we used to be.
And you know what happens to too much colours melting in one place? They turn ugly and black and worthless. I see myself in it and i see us in the image.
