The right kind of Blue.

I wish I were looking through this window.

Or standing behind this man.



Or getting ready to devour this.

Or imagining here.

Or feeling like this.
In place like that.

Watching these people live.

And Love.

And grow.

“Listen…you know those days when you get the mean reds?” –Holly.

“The mean reds? You mean like the blues?” –Fred (Paul).

“No… the blues are because you’re getting fat or because it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?” –Holly.

“Sure.” –Fred (Paul).

“When I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away.” –Holly.