Pinkest Pink -- For Christmas, I bought my semi-artist friend a bottle of the pinkest pink paint. It's made by the creator of *Vantablack*, a color so dark it absorbs all light, a void in space. *Pinkest Pink* is the opposite- it wants to overflow its boundaries and the sight of it brings sweetness to your tongue. It is a color untranslatable into words. Seeing it through a screen is an injustice so you must buy it to gaze upon its pinkness. Anyone living in the brightly colored modern world could imagine their perfect pink and it still wouldn't be pink enough. This is the archetype every pink will be based on. Every use of pink in the past wishes they were this pink. It is the taste of bubble gum pink, the feeling of watching an ad pink, Valentine's Day love kind of pink (The word 'pink' is becoming oversaturated, isn't it? Now you're getting it!). The Himba language has 'grue', not green or blue, and they describe the color vividly with sensations, light, purpose. Someday soon pink will not just be 'pink'. Something new will be uttered to let you know "This is it. You have finally found pink." This is an early warning of how hyper we are making things, how we must give a fuck about everything, how our gumballs must be the very *essence* of pink. Isn't our brains pink enough?
