He raises his hand palm down and applies it like a cap visor
to his forehead, shading his eyes from the yellow sun-glow.
“Sky blue and cloud gray are easier to look at,” he says.
Next morning, the dreams we recount are difficult, scary.
“The happy dreams, happy stories are uninteresting,” he says.
He says we are a species obsessed with the dark side:
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