It’s a world with streaming windshields and dripping leaves. The sky is a soft, gray dove that cries its heart out on silver strings. Children delight in the sidewalk watercolors. The grouchy makeup-faces flee, lest their perfect masks begin to run and smear. This world is weeping diamonds, this world is laughing chimes, this world is bleeding blue and green and crystal joy. This world is concealed in the instant when Justin blinks.
Gienah, author of Picnic with My Lover, is fascinated with people's eyes and the way they constantly change color in the light. This makes her extremely disappointed with her own eyes, which remain an opaque sort of blackish-brown all the time.