found foot VI

I wanted to be a painter, then a painter, then I wanted to be a painter. Suddenly the European collapse, and I was a pack animal, and afterwards I wanted to be a man with a whip.

There are no painters here because they got lost. They didn't have lights to guide them, they were dead on arrival, they didn't know where to look, so they looked everywhere. Those were days that left something to be desired.

There can never be enough new colors in a labyrinth. After a number of years here, I chose a new color, just for this wall. This wall will be brighter than all the other walls. I will paint it with this color, and if I have any left over, I'll throw it on the canvas.