When did you first become aware of your insatiable lust for brown? Do you think the germ of it was always in you? Did some private catastrophe set brown spinning, lend it gravity? Do you think it transcends color? Do you think it's primordial? That time runs through it? 

Ah, fantastic questions, sir. 

I certainly think that brown has been with me since birth. I cannot remember a time when its many shades did not speak volumes to me. My teachers used to have meetings with my mum about how I would only colour with brown crayons. Ah, those were the days.

Brown most definitely transcends color. It is not experienced merely through sight, but through all the senses. It is a basic element of life.

I do not think time runs through brown. On the contrary, I believe that brown is time.