Excerpt:
I am not blushing. The world is.

H2: Statement from the Center of Color

Red stands behind me like a secret I already told.
Pink hums the melody of defiance.
The lines tremble, but I do not.
Ich bin Schwein, therefore I stare.
Every glance an oink in disguise.

H3: Monologue in Crimson

I didn’t come to be adored.
I came to remind you of pulse.
Your gaze lands softly — too soft —
and I snort reality back into shape.
Between graphite and glory, I breathe.
Between pigment and pride, I grin.

H2: Dialogue with the Background

Red: You’re stealing my spotlight.
Pig: I am your spotlight.
Red: We could share it.
Pig: We already are.
Together they radiate contradiction until silence glows.

H3: Abschlussoink – Manifesto of the Bold

I am the center that refused to shrink.
Color was invented for moments like this.
If courage had a hue,
it would smell faintly of me.
Dada nods, adjusts the frame, and whispers:
“Look — it’s thinking.”