A narrated version of my piece, “Where the Colour Lives.”
It’s a quiet story told in fragments—part poem, part memory. A boy. A fridge door. A sun with a face.
It’s about what we give when we don’t have words for it. About presence, hope, and small gestures that mean more than they say.
You can read the full text here: https://www.brittleviews.com/p/where-the-colour-lives
