The color pink means so many things to so many people. For a few years, I have been grappling with my own feelings on the color pink, and for me, personally, the concept I most strongly associate with pink is memory.

We have two pink rooms in our house, and I feel most at ease in both of those rooms because I feel a closeness to something from the past. What it is that I feel close to I’m not entirely sure. It is a hybrid of a distant memory and an odd, fictional short story.

The older I get, the more this color means to me, even though I rejected it so much when I was younger. The older I get, the more I find myself caught between distant memories and odd, fictional short stories.