Blank Doll wonders.

The strange things you think of when you're walking back home with a little block of butter wrapped in a plastic bag. Take life for example. What differentiates all the living creatures of the world from the unliving? What is the last unit of life? We learn that the spirit holds dominion over the flesh, but why ought this spirit transcend the material? Nothing but animated dust after all. We are as shaped by the material as we are by our spirits.

White is the colour of purity. White denotes space, denotes things untouched. White is also the colour of bone and snow and death. White is the colour that obscures the divide between life and death. White is the colour of nothing. There is a certain frisson to white. White asks to be defiled, white begs to get dirty. White stands away from the crowd yet longs to be brought down.

My mind unravels.

C'est tout.