Not even the wind nor the sound of nature were in the air. No more. Just deep, black silence. Chilly silence.
Absence of life, and a strong, extremely strong tension. Electrostatic charges pumped up to the highest level. Ready to strike like a huge capacitor.
“So you want to have an answer.
And I assume you want a definitive and clear one.
Straight, polite, and well defined. You want an answer so clear and sharp to draw a line, the line that separates the good from the bad, the hope and disillusion, the past and the future, the joy and the pain. So you want such an answer, Brian.
Let me tell you just one more thing, my friend.
You assume I have an answer. This is quite fair, indeed.
I am delighted at such a consideration.
But you might be wrong about all of this.
And you also assume that there is such an answer, my friend.
This also might turn to be wrong.
So in the end the only answer I can give you is a plain one.
Without any color, any character or personality.
There’s no such an answer, Brian.
Everything is fluid, and changing and sliding in the path of time.
Everything is moving and floating in the universe.
The inner one and the external one.
You remember that Brownian motion from your studies, don’t you?
And the average path of the electrons in the conductors? Collisions, and new directions and new collisions and so forth.
Forever and ever.
So, where is the answer you are searching for?
Where is the ultimate word everyone would like to have, to hear, to keep, to breathe?
Where is it, Brian my friend?"
Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths.