One morning, said Tchouang Tseu, i awoke from troubled dreams to find my life transformed into blacks and whites. Food, clothes and flowers had shed every bit of color — so i slid into despair; my food lost all taste, clothes wouldn’t fit and flowers only made me sneeze. Then one evening someone pointed at a warbler in a tree, and i knew it was yellow, and so that one bird burst into color for me.


2 Comments to “Morphosis”

  1. beautiful.

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