Sometimes one looks in wonder at the amount of material emanating from he who is called Tello. The question of filtering may arise, but to what parameters should one set such a thing? The question of consumption may be brought forward, but truly... no guts, no glory.
Inter alia, one can only paint with the colours on one's palette. What happens when the whole world's panoply from one end of white to the other (encompassing every hue, every shade, every possibility) is squeezed onto that palette, and the brush is in one's hand?
Telloeidoscope.