It was all red. I stood in a red room eating red carrots and red celery. Drinking red juice and thinking red thoughts. Nothing mattered. I hated the world and especially myself. Anger possessed my mind, body and soul. At first, when they locked me in here, I screamed and cried for hours on end, but now I am tired and defeated. The only thing that keeps me going is the fire that is unquenchable inside me. Just as I was about to lose hope of ever putting out that fire, the painter arrived and painted everything blue.