I’ve been listening more to my male counterparts lately, and so Edgar has had his way with me.
The redesign of Spinning has been geared more towards somber black and blood red, which are proper deep and dark, tortuous creative writing traits–reality, life at its most anguished and intimate. I argued that soul should be white, but Edgar insists that man’s soul, alas, is black, and since he’s dead and I’m not, I must defer to his knowledge.
I did retain the shades of grey that set the background for my black words, however. Edgar agrees that this represents the best manner of fiction after all.
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