I'm going back to Issaquah, where sadness makes sense
Author's note: This piece and its title are inspired by a poem by Danez Smith. My first thought when I return home from Stanford is that the world ...
Author's note: This piece and its title are inspired by a poem by Danez Smith. My first thought when I return home from Stanford is that the world here is cast in a whole different color palette: mottled greens and earthy browns, muted tones shrouded in overcast gray. I think, no wonder Twilight was shot with that depressive blue tint. This is it: overbearing, yet accurate. On visits home, I always pay my respects to the sprawling park that raised me, a five-minute walk away. Here, the landscape is stark and brutally juvenile, as if rendered by a child: scribbles of green crayoned onto bulbous rock forms, bare trees jagged against the paper-white sky.