too many dinosaurs

RED
We began at the end with a colour of endings and here we are, ending at the beginning with a colour of beginnings. Blood, most obviously, and its twisted rope of information carried back to our start. And forth into our start as well. Chain upon linking chain of gnarled proteins, floating lilypads of haemoglobin, metallic tang of iron and other elementals, phantom plasma. A galaxy in microcosm, and mostly filled with space. But also the light through our babybird and foetal eyelids, also the taste of mother's milk, also cuts and hurt and iron once again in the tears and the rust on your bike. Red for the chasm that orgasm drags you into and for starting knitting in the dark again.