When I hear suburbs I automatically hear “cookie cutter” and I think a lot of people feel the same way. Thousands of years ago humans were obsessed with getting gold, lapis lazuli, amethyst, jade, indigo; not just because of its scarcity but because of the vibrant colors. And now our color palette is made up of gray, beige, white, and black. It astounds me because now we can obtain whatever colors we want, yet this bleh color palette is standard for building homes.
I get it. Developers want to sell homes. It just so happens that black and white go with many different colors. But even when people have gotten their homes they are reluctant to paint their houses. Maybe it’s the cost, maybe it’s the time, or maybe they don’t have any more fucks to give. After all, moving is exhausting.
I got bored of seeing gray, beige, and monochrome homes. So when autumn comes, where the leaves turn crimson, orange, and canary yellow I am reminded of color. I am reminded that life doesn’t have to be boring. Nature reminds me joy exists in the world, even as the trees and animals settle down for the deep sleep.
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