At some point there was a conversation about colours, how everyone either called dibs on purple, red, blue and vibrant others. Most expected me to say black instantly, and they were partially correct in assuming so because i am a bit of a maniac where black is concerned. But i considered it and surprisingly i found my thoughts straying towards that distant cousin of black, grey. A shadowy, deceptive grey. Black is thought to be the colour that represents secrets, concealment and a certain uncertainty. Contrarywise, grey is more alluring a shade. For to describe it as a colour in itself would be to give it a firmness, to raise it from its dubitable, amorphous self which i think is a characteristic of this morbid colour. The first reaction was a comment on how melancholy my view on life is, which again rings a bell somewhere but to limit grey as well as me under that label speaks of a lack of profound gravity of thought. To truly unravel this eerily ambiguous hue, one needs to delve into that forbidden part of the brain which classifies wrong and right for you. Grey is that shadow which lurks behind every wrong and that lurks beneath every right. When things seem too complex to categorize into black or white, people turn to grey with desperation, anticipation but also a disparaging amount of suspicion, because above all, this is a shady colour, it tugs at their conscience and reminds them that there were doubts, that there was a question of poor judgment. These revelations are not taken kindly by us mortals who strive to be seen as moralistic and respectable people and this colour, is a hindrance. There is ofcourse, rain assiciated with this colour. Heavy clouds, grey overcast clouds that were fit to burst, purging of all sins!again a contradiction Why i admire this colour is because of the contradictions that plague it, how it merges the pure, untainted white and the dark, forbidding black. Beyond black, there is the inevitable end but that hope is grey. What appears right is white, but it seems composed of something less holy…its the hue that bespeaks a haunting, desirous allure
