Prelude:
I am mostly pastel sorrow wrapped in patience.
The light arrives late,
and I pretend not to notice.
Every color here breathes backwards.

I. Portrait of a Thought in Pink Minor

Magenta wanders,
black listens carefully.
Together they invent the sound of almost.
Nothing cries —
but everything remembers how.
Ich bin Schwein und Gefühl,
ein Echo, das sich selbst streichelt.

II. The Science of Softness

Graphite knows no mercy,
but it knows where to stop.
The snout — a spiral of hesitation.
The eyes — tiny mirrors,
half truth, half weather.
Emotion becomes architecture,
built from smudge and restraint.

III. Dialogue Between Color and Shadow

Pink: I was joy once.
Black: I was certainty.
Pig: I am both,
and neither,
but at least I’m visible.
The page hums in awkward agreement.

IV. DADA’s Final Observation

DADA enters quietly,
drops its coat of irony.
For once, it doesn’t laugh —
just nods at the beauty of confusion.
The pig exhales.
It sounds like love
mispronounced,
but understood.