Once upon a time, I was a kid. I didn't like colours. I listened to wierd music and to this day generally scare old people. My room always looked like a dungeon, and people close to me feared for their immortal souls.
Then one day I found out there were other people kinda like me.
I have a dream. I dream of a world without yellow, sky blue, and orange ('cept around Halloween). I dream of a world without Nike, sweatpants, and fratboys. I dream of eternal October evenings and of blotting out the Sun.