Today, my nails match my shorts and it’s as if the air is slightly more oxygenated, the day longer, the gummy bears More. I LOVE COLORS AND HOW THEY COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER. So much. I like to look at them, use them sparingly so that they pop, force them to clash against and match each other, highlight each other, fight with each other until yellow Wins. To quote someone in one of my plays at some point before I cut it because when your plays start to sound like an episode of Girls is really when you need to man up, grow up, and explore more erudite topics that are somehow also human:
I think I might go try and hang out with some blind kids, because I think that would be the worst, to be blind, because I really love to look at things.