’Twas a minor step — but all revolutions started with a minor step.
Yesterday Colton came to work in his customary white shirt, tie, & black slacks, but had on purple socks — purple being the universal color o’ the bottom-left; today he came in with the same, but the purple scarf round his neck. Piece by piece, he planned to allow his clothing to be devoured by purple, the only true color, & by the time they catch him, he’ll have already set the standard & they’ll have to change the standards.
There was no chance o’ failure. The clouds had foretold to him such.