Colour is nutrition

Colour is nutrition. It’s not yellow it’s carotenoid. It’s not green it’s chlorophyll. It’s not purple it’s anthocyanin. It’s not red it’s lycopene. It’s not brown it’s melanin.

It won’t be the first time I’ve thought that I really do feel like I eat colour. Someone went into it and made up a word for the colours that nourish us. They saw colour as energy, and composition as growth. As an artist, I’m humbled by this discovery.

The other thing that humbles me is the ability that some people have, to eat leftovers. It’s probably an economic consideration, but some folks can really make the arrangement in their lunchboxes seem appealing. Whenever I do it, it lands up looking like an undefined slop of salty nothingness.

Fear of used things is not really a phobia. It has no name, but it is related to two other conditions: trypophobia — a fear of holes that make things look imperfect. And atelophobia, which is the general fear of imperfection.

Just writing it gives me anxiety. That’s why I fold my napkin neatly once I’ve used it. I don’t want strangers to say, that a person with bad habits ate here.