sometimes, everything just goes too blue, or pink, or green - sometimes brown, when they all intermingle then converge on a single point and explode like some gigantic atomic shitbomb. But, the worst is when it is all blue - that primary emotion, as the colour, envelops everything and only blackness can supply any respite. Then pink, (the two colours of childhood, depending on what side of the fence you tended to be conceived on) with it's red, primary again, and then an ample splash of purity, of light - blood and divinity - why should Christ not wear pink? More suited than pure white, methinks.

But yellow, clean buttercup yellow - a splash of yellow on everything - melting butter on fresh toast - there to disappear, only to be savoured and then remembered.