Rise Industries

I used to go collect rocks at the beach at night, without a light, when your vision is low and you can only see in black and white. I would pick a rock, and wrap it up in a cloth, a bandana most likely. Then I would never look at it in the light. If I had to peek at it, I would only do it at night with the lights off. That way, I had a rock but I didn’t know what color it was. For some reason that made me happy.

It’s like the cats being grey. “La nuit tous les chats sont gris (at night all the cats are grey, expression meaning that sometimes, nobody can make a difference…)”

And I don’t understand why you can spell Grey with an E or A. Gray. That is just pure laziness.