Blue is the greatest colour.

Blue is the greatest colour. It’s the colour of spiritual desire whereas red is the colour of desire that festers in the sky or in the earth. It’s a no-brainer.

I don’t really create art on the basis that colours are equal to emotions. But there’s absolutely no getting away from it: who looks at a blue planet and thinks, oh that’s the sun?

In the most disturbing of my recent dreams there was a river, and it was flowing black. I wonder if black water is symbolic of unresolved issues, since clear water represents stable and resolved emotions and turbulent water is the exact opposite.

But my dream about still black water has left me unresolved and perplexed. Perhaps that’s the point. I keep wondering how to condition myself into dreaming more like happy people’s posts on Instagram.

I want to dream about ice cream and spaghetti, but deep pools of hazardous water is what I get. The amazing thing about the dream was that I jumped from a classroom into the river, as though I was escaping a burning building. 

Halls of learning, clearly, just aren’t my thing. I’m street smart, but I’m working on it.