I once cleaned a house where everything was yellow
The coving ,the ceiling , the walls ,the windows everything.
They said the body of the man they had found very rarely left the house he never opened a window.
He chain smoked for a decade in there just writing,writing unpublished memoirs,listening to classical music.
Smoking Peter Jackson Virginia because he liked the colour red and it reminded him of her .
And Aberlour ,always Aberlour the sound of ice cubes cracking as it poured.
A sense of loneliness but also defiance I wonder what that would be like.