A Portrait of Pfiffikus
He was a delicate frame.
He was white hair.
He was a black raincoat,
brown pants, decomposing
shoes, and a mouth – and
what a mouth it was.
I find it very interesting how death describe Pfiffikus. Death doesn’t describe his clothes as being a colour, he describes him as being a colour and wearing clothes. This shows how death sees the colours first then the humans saying that Pfiffikus was a colour.