One Wild Word: Purple
This room is filled with your heavy purple presence. It feels like
the elephant in the room no one wants to talk about. Everywhere I turn and
everywhere I look, I can smell it, I can taste it, I can feel it, and I can't
stop thinking about you. I miss you Mary and your crazy purple hair. I remember
everyone always asked about it, they couldn't help themselves. Surely, they
figured, there must be an interesting story to it. Why on earth would a
70-year-old lady have such daring hair at her age? Sometimes you would say
"why not?" and people would then have to sit with themselves and
think about it. Other times you would say "because f**k what everyone else
thinks" and they'd look at you in surprise! But that was the point - you
wanted people to stop and wonder instead of assuming and judging you. Your goal
was to change the way people think.
