Dreams of Twelfthtide

Yellow and White

We are extremely rich.

Too rich.

For example, my friend broke her leg and for physical rehab she gets into a sauna and wellness sanatorium.

I accompany her but her exclusive relaxation program is keeping her so busy that I need to occupy myself.

Attached to the sanatorium there is a huge shopping center. Bored, I try some clothes which bear no price tags. Then, at the grand wardrobe area that rather resembles a café, the assigned manager of the center offers sweetly some tea and shows me their expansion plans.

He places a model of the planned facilities on the table.

It's beautiful.

Made of white shaded glass.

The expansion itself should be mostly glass architecture as well.

Then, the manager places a box next to the model which contains lots of tiny color samples for the glass. He takes this palette out of the box and asks me to do a color proposition for him as they honor dearly my design expertise.

He mentions readily his own choice. "I love the green metallic that turns into blue when tilting."

That's really a remarkable color but I come to the conclusion that only a bright shining yellow may fit to the white glass as a tint on some construction parts.

He agrees instantly, and I am glad he likes my proposition.

Leaving the shopping center, I have the impression that I did something significant. I chose the brand color of the new center.

But as I walk down the stairs of the entrance, I notice that the handrail and also a glass façade close to the planned facilities already have this color. It's a bit darker yellow but still similar.

Was I in charge up there or did the manager just delude me in feeling important?

Am I, -a rich person-, truly in charge?

Or is it the common people who stir us secretly?