What happens when, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, we spend our monochromatic lives daydreaming of rainbows... and land in a Technicolor fantasy world?
All the years of my life I’ve been with myself, not even knowing the fat and bones of my own thighs
as I know the design of a recently purchased rug, just where in the kitchen drawer to grab for a spoon,
and the creases in my daughter's new snowy skin. How does she, so soon in living, already ...