Color by Anna Filippova

I`m absolutely simply middle –class person who live unremarkable life.
But some controversy
moments I have but try don`t observe It. My parents always say that`s OK, people have one
essence but different vision on this world. I know general ideas or representation about our
world. I know that space is borderless and green, that trees in winter still alive and they are
orange that snow is so cold and black… all about I know. Frequently I notice that my friends
and acquaintance play a trick on me but I don`t understand, only keep salience and It`s relief
me. I believe that we are so different and It`s my justification. Me too maverick and I accept it.
As talk about me, in spring I like to be plunged by nature, so magnificent and masterpiece blue
nature, deep vivid color of navy blue with tiny tones. I take a flower by my red hand, field of
flowers make noise as if each of flower say to me: «Pick me».
On this year I have met a pretty girl, we sat on garage`s roof and it wasn`t deep white night. All
be good, weak sun notified about spring but as I say all be blue. And she said about green colors
on her wreath and she told more about green nature. Anger captured me because I didn`t agree
about colors. I remember her staring at me and I predict her thoughts. She thought that I`m a
little bit mad… I felt devastation and still didn`t understandable.
The same situation become more and more, I listen different jokes and teases. What`s wrong?
Why they are kidding? I keep in calm when caress dogs, they wave theirs tails. This yellow
animal candid and always a good listeners. It`s so thrilling time with ridiculous pet I spend so
much time near it when I feel upset.
One time I decide to talk with my mum. She and my dad are scientist, but I have never bear in
mind what they do and explore. I ask her about my conflicts with surrounding but she as always
say that normal. Then she pick up and say to father that brown curtains we should to wash
because to dirty. Bu for me this curtains always stay gray. But I shoot in in salience and through
it in washing.
On this week I overhead telephone conversation they told about some experiment with color
perception. I stopped feed my dog and freeze, I didn`t breath because they can heard me. Some
days I was rethinking about this telephone dialog…. I heard more that I need… I understand….
I know, I`m an experimental subject… They mistook color and theirs name of this color in my
head….And I recognize why girl said about green color of grass…