Literature
MC - CHP 14 pt 1
Chapter Fourteen My Funny Id and Me
The grey office wall had a touch of blue to it, but other than that it was remarkably plain.
Why was it, then, that Farrere had managed to spend so much time staring at it over the past few weeks? It was as if he expected it to suddenly change colour of its own accord.
He wondered how the wall felt about being grey-with-a-hint-of-blue. What if, back in the day when it had been whitewashed plaster, it had hoped to be painted green?
Farrere winced, horrified with himself for allowing his mind to ponder such nonsense. He was obviously scraping the bottom of the barrel.
He began again the perpetual cycl