A World Without Color



Cherry Pie

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Imagine if one day you woke up and everything was black in white. The sky would lose its blue, the trees would lose its green, and the sun would just become a depressing blog of grey. Life as you knew it would crumple into a blur of grey emotionless pictures, taken by your dull, grey brain.

Color has played an important part of our lives ever since the first animal gained the ability to see. From warning reds to soothing blues, colors can help us form an emotion. When you see a red stop light or sign, you become alerted and know to stop or else there could be dangerous consequences. Or if you see a painted picture of the blue ocean waves, you feel calm and feel more relaxed about your surroundings. In Lois Lowery’s The Giver, Lois introduces the thought of living your whole life, from birth to “release”, in complete black and white. The whole atmosphere changes from just that one detail. From being a nice book about dystopian worlds, the book transforms into a serious look at what life would be like in a controlled community, where everyone grows up the same and nothing important happens.

I mean, it’s not like I’m bashing the thought of total colorblindness or socialism, but I just think that there is a lot you are missing. Hey, maybe you could care less for the happiness of color and just want a controlled and equal world, like in The Giver, but my main point in this post is that I think that color IS very important to the people of our modern society and that it would be very detrimental to the community if we were to have a total color purge, so to speak.

Memory Transfer

I was sitting down on a carpeted floor in an unfamiliar room. In front of me was a dog with a small puppy beside her. I assumed the pup was a new born because it’s eyes and ears were both closed. A new feeling wells up inside me and I have a sudden urge to hold the small animal.

“She’s adorable!” I blurt out without consciousness. I didn’t even know the word let alone the gender of the pup! Against my will, I reach down and put my hand around the new born.

Josie. The word popped into my head. For some reason, it felt right.

Cute. Another word. Before I knew it, I was back in my bed, staring out the window.