stacks of prayers/wishes on canvas to be translated and fulfilled. all of them golds and yellows and blues. one stood out to me and so i worked diligently, staring for hours to see the shapes of things hidden in the shapes of other things, searching for intent. my master walked over to ask about my progress. “oh” he told me, “this one doesn’t belong here. try one of the others.” but why? i asked. “the ones we work with do not have red in them, see?” and there, between brushstrokes of gold and yellows, i could see it: blood red, woven into the wish. no wonder i was attracted to it.