When Paint Hits a Canvas

What it's like

I've never once understood what it's like to be a high black. I was born a low white. Low whites have nothing, low whites are nothing, and "this is the way it shall be until the end of time". The Great King of this Canvas {I am nothing and therefore can't speak his name} has passed many laws that restrict the actions of high blacks and low whites. Though I've heard rumours that living as a high black is living as The Great King himself, I do not believe them. If there are half as many rules for high blacks as there are for low whites then they cannot possibly live free lives.
     Living like me is like living on a blank page. There is nothing. Nothing to do but work, nothing to own but bruises and scars, nothing to taste but mellow {a dull food only for low whites}. There is but one thing we are allowed to do. "The high blacks must keep the low whites in pity so as to show them their place and train them in the way of lowliness. My master is a high black. Master is good to me, or at least that is what my mother tells me. I am not so sure that a meal once a day and heavy work until my flagella {a small appendage used by ink blots as the equivalent of hands} stain everything I touch could be considered "good". My mother is practically programmed to obey orders. She is definitely a low white. She believes it is an honor to serve a high black and that we honor their kindness with respectful work. I do not understand this way of thinking in black and white. Where others see nothing or everything I see a few. I am what Master calls unruly and chaotic, what my mother calls strange and unique, and what my friends call "Blue". Of all the ink blots, I am called "Blue". And I not only think in between high blacks and low whites, but I see what I call "change". Since no one else has seen it, no one believes me, but I see other things... besides black and white.
     I am one of the only things that stays in change, but most things flicker in and out. I decided to call this particular change "Blue" after me. My food (a small collection of little dots) is called mellow and usually flickers between white and a slight change which I call "yellow" after the food. My friend Shay usually stays white but sometimes she flickers in yellow change. Yellow change and blue change tend to flicker on my friend "Greenly" sometimes at the same time. I'm not sure if this is a different change or not, but I call this combination "green" after Greenly. There is one other change that I've only seen on one thing: Creds. Creds are those that enforce The Great King's laws. I call this change "red" after the creds.

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