歯車She's also cold. The white space is indeed full of wintry spirit, (Mymy, what a sadden new such is.)
Tho hey! You can always replace such void with yourself and your stuff: An imaginary chair there, an imaginary table here, and look, that's me too!
Am I the same as the background, or did I bringed here black too? If not, am I just an abstraction of it, of the background I am so dividing myself from? W-Wait! Why do I call it background in the first place? What's the meaning of life? Oh god what would Schopenhauer say in such circumstance... Oh GOD WHY AM I IN THIS LIVING WHITE HELL, IT'S SO WHITE I CAN'T EVEN SLEEP, MY EARS ARE BLEEDING MY EYES ARE
Such indeed liven up the space!
And after all, we change the landscape as much it changes us; and tell me a color which would be more interpretable than white itself!
Perpetual cold tho, not so nice..
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