It’s weird to think about how much of our discourse these days is defined by colors.
Teenage me would have only really known one big saying relative to colors, “these colors don’t run”.
This is odd to me, because it used to be saying that “We wouldn’t back down from a fight”. Now, in my 40s, it seems all we do is fight.
No real conclusion today, just have had more weird conversations, and the realization that my generation is “the last of it’s kind” in a lot of ways, of late - and it makes me sad for the folks younger than me.
Maybe more next time. Love.