White : Inside a rectangle, the rules and laws remain unquestioned. Prototype of stereotypical 'values' and exemplifying the labels that read "This is good" or "That is bad", is what it holds. It's a rectangle -- it doesn't move, it will never move because it was never meant to. It will be rooted to notions which have remained static, just like itself -- never moving beyond perimeters, never venturing into deep waters. It is hassle-free, bland and downright meaningless. It's a unidimensional existence with no depth to look into and no height to look up to. It's apparently tacit but with no implications. It's tutored, crafted, diagrammatic, sharp at the edges, but not edgy. It's everything you'd want, and so it cannot shock. It lies dormant, almost chained up. It's a block. Really.
Spectrum : The ball rolls, the wheel moves, the Earth spins. A cycle of perceptions -- of the self and the rest overwhelms the being. You know you become a whole. The circle is not bland and immobile : It's heady, it's bizarre, it rolls. It's high, it spins, it expands and contracts, it's bound but breakable, because it's a cycle. You know the revolution in the interiors of the soul and the mind is intoxicating, in every sense, every way. It's not a corner any longer, it's curvy, it's a bend which never comes to a halt. You go back and forth the same spot probably a million times, but in every turn the visual angle is new and unexplored. You know you're on a ride on roller-coaster wheels. It's spiraling, it's dizzy, it goes way beyond the optical orbit of those eyeballs.
Black : I am a consolidation of time and space, into a point where everything begins and ends. I am an objective -- 0f survival, of contradictions, of my past and present. I exist in the dark, I don't live. I move, I don't digress. I am everything I have been, only reduced to everything I never wanted to be. Many like me make a million. I don't stand out, that's because I don't want to. After all, what is the point in that?
