It’s been a string of very grey days lately. As it sometimes goes with the paint pot of life. And not just that — there’s also that strange opacity in these shades of grey. It feels as though absolutely nothing can shine through Basalt Grey (RAL 7009) or Pearl Mouse Grey (RAL 7048), just to name two.
Deep thoughts. Stuck in a bath of cement.
I wonder if this, too, counts as a coping mechanism. A grown-up one. “Growing up” – what does that even mean. Doubts. Going in circles in life — but sometimes in a good way. An embarrassing funfair memory comes back to me. I never thought it would be shame and embarrassment that would pierce through the greys. A slow crumbling. Good.