Children in the street, a full moon that ghosts and goblins don’t describe— those repetitive commercial colors, black and orange. We’re afraid; the good confides in the bad. What’s involved, the soul of man? Is it something we can control? The story doesn’t end resolved; the hero dies. How is it, therefore, defined? We try to hide. We all think of murder, and pretend an innocence we only think of. If Doctor Jekyll dies so does Mister Hyde! Red and green, greed and rape. Think of blue and white if you will. We say they’re only colors, gray, and that together they are dead. They are good dead.