Red

Red is the album's thesis: you can't name the loss of someone in one color. Red for missing, blue for the sad, black for the hopeless, gold-flickering for memory — she just turns feeling into a palette.

I love this clumsy method: grown-ups tell you 'move on'; she refuses, gives every hurt a name and a shade. You finish feeling, oh, missing can be this concrete. It solves nothing, but it's honest.

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