In the silence of the dim night, a word is written into a Google Document. One word turns into a sentence, one sentence turns into many, and as the sentences form paragraphs, a Coloring Times article is conceived.
At first, it looks like garbage, just a jumbled mess of words that attempt to form a coherent idea. A few hours later, a faint idea takes form, and as some sentences get moved around, something unspeakable begins to materialize: a “draft.”
Like a freak of nature, red and blue lines are highlighted under whole words. Sentences are missing Oxford commas. Proper nouns aren’t capitalized.
When Sunday arrives, in the Coloring Times office, “editors” will wrap the article in highlights and comments, dissecting it under the cold glaring lights of the windowless, godless room.
Yet tonight, this Coloring Times article is alive, under the pale glow of my screen. It’s a soft and quiet night, and as the draft sits on the page, it’s ethereal and beautiful. There are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.
