- Halla: Like the elation of dancing to exhaustion and the warmth of close bodies on a crisp night.
- Dimenoir: Like the fading memory of a dream and bittersweet reminiscences.
- Inflaur: Like the compulsion to pick at blisters and the guilty pleasures found in an unjust world.
- Psinreka: Like novel sensations and the fleeting satisfaction of solutions.
- Gallentia: Like an uncanny presence and unshakable thoughts of unanswered questions.
- Iskandalia: Like the awe of collective greatness and the validation in unexpected gestures of love.
Wrote these on the flight home from San Francisco, inspired by the colors in A Voyage to Arcturus which I started reading on the flight. The names were free associated and I tried not to overthink them.
And here are several more contributed by Rook, of Beneath Foreign Planets:
7. Pinznot: A writhing, squamous colour that stings the eyes. Like struggling to sleep only to find your pillow is filled with screeching, glowing worms.
8. Ablanense: A neutral tone like a slow, smokey exhale after waking at sunset. Some call it pastel dimenoir.
9. Prostklint: A hard, inscrutable and disquieting colour. Like waiting for your turn on the dentist's chair or the operating table. Like tight fitting braces, a coffin opening by itself, a pill just too large to swallow.
10. Krinderblesse: Like throwing a book onto a bonfire, the thrill of a toppling statue, the feel of a party just before a fight breaks out.