But what?
My house has purple shutters. Last month, a man came to our house. Your neighbors don't like your house, he told C. It's off balance. Let me show you. No other house on the street has purple shutters.
I love the purple shutters. The house came that way, but still, I love them. I love the purple walls that lead to the attic, too. And the ceiling in the attic painted blue and white, a mimic of the sky.
I don't understand blandness and safety. Or, I should say, I do: there's comfort there. But depression, too. And a smoldering violence.
So must say something. Must not fall into the trap of saying nothing.
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Saying something good. Saying nothing bad. Purple shutters good. We have orange walls in our foyer, and they make me happy.
Hey, you could say something, or you could *really* say something with even more color. How about a YELLOW door or an ORANGE door to go with the purple shutters?!? Yes, that is what I'd be tempted to do. :)
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