I get this one now.
I get this one now because I know it's not about the colours. I see it. It's grey and it's grey and there's no metadata yet. It'll come. It can be tagged when the filing is due.
Opacity is easy. Qualify that: opacity is easy with qualification. I recognise (I do not see, I do not witness) that I struggle with transparency. I see (I do not recognise) what it is to be gnomic: I see its power, I see its protest, I see its performance, I see its failures. I witness the unclear in mind, I hold it closer than you, I love it and I think I understand it. I fear it, like failing memories I fear that opacity is all there will be. I sense (I do not see, I cannot see) the clarity I could have. Optimism in mind, of mind. I will struggle to have it. Is this present tense? Is this a pledge? Is it regret emboldened by fate? See the lines. See the stripes. See the layers. A eulogy to colour. A eulogy to the hedged. Here's a pledge: before or after it's too much or too far or too hard, let's recognise this scene. Let's say, nearly enough, why it's hard to say. The gaps are unsurveyable, they encourage hedging. So we hedge so many things.
