I look out the window and what I see is white and black. A colorless world, a painter is what it lacks. In my mind I see what this world could be. What this world is. A canvas that everyone seems to miss. It's blank and empty, waiting just to hold. The work of the brush to draw on some gold. The warmth of the riches to cancel out the cold. The tales of our talents that are sadly untold.
--Seth Miller











