Pink. That’s the whole thought. Some days the brain locks onto a single color and refuses to elaborate, and the honest move is to write it down before it leaves. There’s a tradition of one-word posts on this blog that nobody asked for and nobody’s stopping. Pink is the color of bubblegum, of sunburns, of the inside of a watermelon, of every flyer for a warehouse party in 2009. Pink is also Pink the artist, who we are not talking about today. We’re just looking at the color. That’s enough for a Thursday.
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