When I think of faraway I think of the colour blue. The colour blue has a very short wavelength, scatters the farthest, reflects the most. The farther away an object, the more blue it appears. We strive toward blue, yet never entirely grasp it – like the horizon. Blue lies at the edges of what we can see. It represents longing, desire. No matter how much distance we’ve travelled, we never arrive there, at the edge of visibility, at the faraway point.
When I think of blue, I think of faraway, of where I am not and cannot go. I think of lost, lost to me, absent.