G1: Whiteness

Whiteness.  Pure, white whiteness.  That is all Joe saw as he walked around.  Whiteness.  Blank, stark, empty, blinding white.  Just white.  Nothing else.  That’s it.  White.  Whiteness.  Nothing.  But.  White.  Ness. 

“How long have I been here?” asked Joe.  But there was nobody to answer him.  All there was, was white.  The white did not answer.  The white could never answer.  It was merely white.  Unfeeling, hard, bald, naked white. 

“Answer me, white!” screamed Joe.  But the white did not respond.  It surrounded him, enclosed him, and suspended him in its pure white-itude.  A blank map.  White. 

White, white, white, white, white.  That is all Joe saw.

“Answer me, white,” said Joe.

Joe waited for an answer.  None came.  The white did not answer Joe.  It did not give Joe a reply.  It did not acknowledge Joe by returning words to him.  It did not respond.  It did not react.  It simply stared back at Joe, from all sides.  An elastic, endless, straining white.  Joe searched the white for any sign of anything not white.  He did not find it.  All he could see was a white, whiteable whiteness.  It was all that existed.  All that was there.  Only white.  That was all there was at that time.

But the white was time.  The white was everything.  The white was the whitest white ever, and it was the only white ever.  White was simply white, and there was nothing to change that.  Joe could not change that.  Joe could do nothing amongst the eternal blank void that was the white. 

“WHIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!” Joe was angry now.  “You stark, empty, blinding, white, unfeeling, hard, naked, bald white white!  YOU are not a color.  YOU are nothing.  YOU are just a white empty void of white-icity!  YOU are not in the rainbow!”

Neither are you, responded the white.  That is when Joe looked down, and realized he was black.