Because there are days when we just feel nothing.

Nothing. No happiness, no sadness, no fear, no pain, nothing really sensible to blog about. I'm giving you a chance to back out from reading this post!

My emotion palette is of untainted white. So today I tried to watch a movie which was supposedly good and critically-acclaimed. It had the best visuals, it was about dreams (my supposedly favorite subject), people in circus costumes were flying, there was a mystical waterfall, the background seemed like it came from A Midsummer Night's Dream--it had all I wanted in a film, but I felt nothing. What's wrong with me?

And then I realized there should be days of untainted whiteness for there to be days of vivid blue and yellow. Days are like pages of a sketch pad. You can be confronted with a blank white sheet staring at you, and then tomorrow when you wake up, you just find it flipped over to a page filled with a blots of colour.

There are days when we feel, there are days when our hypothalamus is wrapped in tissue.