BLUETS by MAGGIE NELSON

the miners use dynamite to bleed a vein, in hopes of starting a “blue rush.” what i know: when i met you, a blue rush began. i want you to know, i no longer hold you responsible.
BLUETS by MAGGIE NELSON

started this book last night and did not put it down until i finished it. it’s incredible and i suggest you read it. here’s an excerpt:

”it calms me to think off the color blue as the color of death. i have long imagined death’s approach as the swell of a wave—a towering wall of blue. you will drown, the world tells me, has always told me. you will descend into a blue underworld, blue with hungry ghosts, Khrishna blue, the blue faces of the ones you loved. they all drowned, too. to take a breath of water: does the thought panic or excite you? if you are in love with red then you slit or shoot. if you are in love with blue you fill your pouch with stones good for sucking and head down to the river. any river will do.”