fusion

i look at myself in the pink when i'm sullen. hormones. this bldg is a reflection of the power of the hormone. on the woman, at least. men, there's more or less one hormone that's significant. the woman is a conglomerate though. of hormones that spin her like a heavy-duty rag in a washing-machine. over and over and over. so one day she's in the pink window the next in the green. the worst are the yellows where you feel something is brewing but you know it's nothing except you feel this nothing should be a something. in med terms it's like a low-grade inflammation that is non-specific and non-pinnable and infiltrates your brain and your mood. yellow is morose. fatigue and chronic sleepiness. on yellow days i understand the woman patient who trudges in demanding "vitamins" to ease the pain and boost the energy. and the more than morose mood. yellow is definitely blah-liness. that's it. no better word.
but anyway this bldg when i saw it catapulted the above similes and metaphors etc. greens are the days when the brain is so sharp and you are so quick, and you just get things. like you've been infused with a stimulant. don't know which hormone does that. nobody knows. so for a woman (and maybe am being too presumptuous here), at least for me this bldg is like my days with colours that are moods but I have more colours for sure depending on the intricate interplay of the Hormones. and this is a nutty post written on a yellow day if you haven't noticed already........ the shadow of the flags....hmmm. i was trying to come up with a mind-blowing metaphor for the shadow of the flag related to looming prospects and towering factors but the only thing i can enumerate in this yellow un-imaginative, blah-ed and fatigued day is that they were just flags reflected in the glass and they were in the way so they were in the picture. that's it.
be back on a green day.