Greyscale

It's because there's only flashes of day. Look outside the window, you see lightness but you never see light. That never makes it down to us. It's caught up there on the thirtieth, fortieth, fiftieth floor. Everything's suspended in some shadow greyscale. I walk outside when the sun is out and I'm freezing. And it's unnatural. It isn't what my brain thinks it is, what it knows it to be. A man should walk out of his house and be hit by the sun if it's out. But that isn't how it works anymore. The sun only shines on buildings here.