There is something in the human mind that is undefined, porous, full of ambiguity and possibility. I will call it blue. Blue is something that cannot be grasped. An endless opening drawing one beyond the boundaries of what one knows. Blue is a place from which one is born and to which one returns when one dies; it’s traces lingering in our minds, between one thing and another. Blue is the thin membrane between reality and imagination, between reason and impulse. Blue is an unexpected sound, a smell, the light on a doorknob, the peel of a grape or the fleeting look in the eyes of a stranger. Blue is that moment of distracted thought when one finds oneself suddenly floating in the unfathomable of life, free and captive at once. Blue is a dance. A free fall.