DEBUT This is where the red velvet crunches and ripples. Where the curtain rises. Where the scaffolding becomes a structure. I've agonized over laying this down for weeks. Hesitant to let it gush into place and set - for fear of it not being clean; smooth; grounded; free from the tread of others; until it was just right.
And now it is.
Tread over it. Pick it up with your best cutlery and put it in your mouth. Drink it whole in one go and spit it out. Stick in on your ceiling fan and watch it spin until you can't tell where it starts or ends.
It's brave and new. A tenacious gleam to call my own. A mess of cogs whirring in too many directions. A cohesion that concerns light and space, things that move and things that stay, and some kind of physical representation of the connect-the-dots swimming laps around my brain.
It's called CHROMADIC. A term I molded together with the Greek prefix " CHROM-" and a word that I learnt in a dim high school classroom: nomadic.
Here you'll find a collection of things worth remembering. Words, images, melodies, people, things to knot around your finger so you don't forget them.
I'm Madeleine. I'm eighteen today.
This is day one.
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