POEM #18

So, Dorothy starts her journey in a grey landscape, dreaming of somewhere over the rainbow. I've been thinking about the proliferation of grey, intentionally, how it's often used to represent dullness, sadness, ennui but somehow became the colour du jour for an entire generation. We like to say it's because it's easy to match everything, as if belonging is what we needed. And looking back, I don't think we ever thought of it as this misdeed. It was serene. Quiet. Calming. A slow "death". And now we scroll through our phones, look at our screens, each generation an incremental yet always "game-changing" difference. Have I been looking in the wrong place for a change? Have I been calling it looking when I needed to be making?