I remember how it felt to stare out of the train window at an unusually blue-toned world. I've seen the blues of the Western World, but on that side of the Atlantic, blue has an entirely new identity. It felt like walking to the edge of the pier when no one else is around, lying on your back, and convincing yourself that the upside down perspective is the rightside up. It is not sadness that I feel when I remember that blue, but more so emptiness. Vastness. Sehnsucht.
