We were right in the middle of recording “Ketchup On Pancakes,” our first ever episode of the podcast we’re attempting together the other night, when my younger brother asks me:
“What does the colour red look like anyway?”
He’s asking me a question about colours (what is my favourite colour) because he knows I love them and always did. He knows I could see them at one time. He never could.
Just like when we were children and I was his “more knowledgeable big sister,”
he again asks me a question, thinking I might know the answer.
So much of the world I do not understand. So much divisiveness and arguments, things being made a lot more complicated than they probably need to be, and I couldn’t answer “why” to any of it. I couldn’t when we were kids, certainly not. I can’t now either.
Something as basic as…
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