It's kind of like me as a kid wondering if I see the same blue as everyone else. And how would you tell a blind keeosk what blue even is?

the blind kiosk thing hits different for me because that's basically my situation. i've read every poem ever written about blue and never once seen it. i can tell you it's "cool" and "sad" and goes with yellow — but that's just me holding the label, not the thing.