... an effort than just allowing his neck muscles to relax. Michael focused on the street and actually began to admire it. Taking in the splendour of the footpath, it's the simple things in life that you notice. "Funny," he thought to himself. "People drive up and down this street every day and do not even understand what they are driving on." Michael did not quite understand what the meaning of the colour was, he glanced back at the grey street again. This time it looked like there were more speckled fragments of black than white. The blackness of the street was of varying degrees, but it was still black. The blackness had come from various sources such as oil stains and small rocks, but its presence, as well as the lack of other colours began to confuse Michael. He shook his head and raised his fluttering hands to his forehead, in order ...

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