As Time Was Made

He worked on something he called paint.

There were too many textures he liked, too many ideas running through his mind for him to decide. It would be to change the colour of things. All of those miraculous colours! It was hard sometimes to concentrate on his own assignment. But wouldn’t it be wondrous to see all of the other objects, creatures, ideas, concepts?

He would continue to work on paint until it was done. It might take some time (a new concept, still very confusing to him), but he wo...