My existence apart from the concrete is the color red.
My life in the abstract has no design, content or objective form, I am simply the life force. I am fluid. I am blood red.
In the abstract spectrum, Tiggy is blended orange, Squeaker is mellow yellow. Luigi fades to black. I remain kinetic.
Each time I enter or exit a room, my wavelength shatters the spectrum. While the others slip into the spectrum unnoticed, my energy radiates and overwhelms life in the abstract.
No surprise since my comings and goings are no less grand in the concrete.
