Pure Colour

so short yet so dense with abstract poeticism that most of it just went in one eye and out the other. a more patient person will surely get more out of this, but i spent each page ready for it to be over.

Heti makes the reader put in work to wrap your mind around this one.

I didn't mind this, however.

I really wanted this to be better than it was. The writing style was horribly meandering and confusing and even in the lucid parts I wasn't a fan of the narrative. I should have chosen to DNF in chapter two when the word ejaculate was used just far, far too many times to be comfortable.

Sometimes you really do live in a leaf.

The prose was stunning, the imagery breathtaking but I was not prepared for the realness of this lmao.

this was like a strange meandering dream