"Red rarely sleeps, but when she does, she lies still, eyes closed in the dark, and lets herself see lapis, taste iris petals and ice, hear a blue jay's shriek. She collects blues and keeps them.

When she is sure no one is watching she rereads the letters she's carved into herself."

This story is achingly and devastatingly gorgeous. The writing is elegant and poignant and at times, startlingly funny. Much of the world feels abstract and complex, and I didn't need to fully understand it to get lost in Red and Blue's story. Love itself is both abstract and complex, and lives between strands- ephemeral and yet transcending time.