Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They’re so… empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.
Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They’re so…
Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They’re so… empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.
