prime time

think pink.

I walked into the new building yesterday and saw the colors, and all the color I had in my face immediately drained.  The painter wasn’t there anymore, just the kindly man who’s finishing up the last of the ductwork.  He saw the look and gave me the good news:  This is just the primer; they didn’t get the colors wrong.  Meanwhile, though, it’s kind of fun to pretend I’m in a Disney movie or a psilocybin ice cream parlor.

think really pink.

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