Brown. Why is this brown? This does not go with the other vacuous colours, it’s clashing.
Down. Why is this down? This won’t stream up with the other “inspiring” thoughts, it’s crashing.
Clown. She closed the door. On the clown. Who couldn’t read her tear filled eye rolls. Nor hear her questions, evidently. Who appeared every day at the door with another sign – which is what started happening when she “unplugged” from all other news sources.