There is no black and white. There is only grey.
There are no good and bad people, only grey.
There is outstanding and extraordinary,
and they are grey too.

There is her and there is him.
Nobody, no bodies. Bodies grooved, bodies removed.
Nobody but you, and you.
And us and them. And me and him.
Everyone else is mute. Everyone else is grey.
The rest of the world is grey.

The corridors of your mind are mottled with
beauty and truth, and distance and death.

But in the end, there is only grey.