Black

Black and white, together, always stands in a circumstance, right. A situation, making those colours somewhat. As which is when black and black are colours. They become attached to the scale. In Norwegian, we have two words for black. Those are “svart” and “sort”. That “svart” is the simple colour. A colour, in fact. That “sort” is different. Think of soot, or charcoal, or coffee.

That independent black is like a presumption, or expectation. It is not damned. Together with it, the colour white gets holy, almost. Think of it the other way around: What is more cheap than the colour white? – As when put in a circumstance?

What is snow? Is it a colour, or is it devoid of colour? One may ponder. I know for sure: Snow is holy – almost.

.·: † :·.