This is the embodiment of the “in between”⁠—neither black nor white, both weightless and weighted, neither here nor there.

We exist in the shades of nuance between jet black and optic white. No policies, and the way it was done before, the gatekeepers of mind, insecurities, and the thought of ever wishing to be safe.

We want painful. We want joyous. We want splendor. We want gloom. Hopes to be a small sliver of light even in the darkest of dark. 

(Re)defining the gray area.