“No. They’re the same color.”
Not a Black Chair.
Amélie Lamont

…and it was at this point that I leapt across the conference table like a jaguar, and gouged her eyes out while she shrieked in helpless despair. No one moved a muscle, except for the guy next to her who mumbled: She had it coming for quite some time now.

Her eyes lay exposed on the cold concrete floor next to her black swivel chair. I said, I can see you are having difficulty observing the difference between black and brown. I understand. Then I went back to my seat and the meeting continued.