He was in a fret...
because he didn't know where to start..or how to...
how would he go about recreating to magic of memory without the proper tools ?
After brooding about it...a sudden thought struck him...he DIDN'T need any tools !!
he could start on any blank surface...it didn't have to be a canvas or even a proper paper...
All it needed to be was white.
We call it white because we need a word but its true name is "nothing"
Black is the absense of light.. but white is the absense of memory.. the color of "can't remember"
What better medium than that of emptiness to create ? a seemingly endless void...almost begging to give birth to life.
Imagine the courage required to re-establish the world and draw that first line...
to bring back to life something that was...empty..
He picked up a pencil... hesitated... and then marked the white...
After the initial hesitation... the lines seemed to take on a life of their own..flowing seamlessly into one another
the white no longer an absense of memory...but it's very epitome.
but as for all things,this universe must create a balance...
where life is created..there it must be destroyed as well...
the first line drawn so hesitantly to create someting had also become a slot...
a jarring smudge on the white
a slot for blackness to pour through.
but a mark had been made and there was no going back...
The white...had been marked. and nothing would change that.
