Matt is everyone; anyone. Matt is in your MFA and Matt is your boss and Matt is your barista and Matt is a regular at your restaurant. The writing of "Matt" is crisp and achingly familiar - it threatens to seem unspecial in its straightforwardness, but it lands on perfect: perfectly true, perfectly ubiquitous. When the narrator admits"I am tired and I want to leave," so too do you, the reader, seen and acknowledged and tired of Matt's bullshit.

This is a review nestled into a story, so an honest review: it is how certain books shape a person, and how once we are shaped it feels like home to read a new book that fits into you perfectly. It is a thought and a meditation, it is a prayer; it is a window and an opportunity, and we hope you climb into it keenly with an open heart.

“Turquoise” is in itself dreamlike, moving constantly between palettes, between scenes. It feels like colour and it feels like loss, it feels like the first moment of joy after a loved one's death; it feels like hope and guilt and memory, its language dreamy and soft but deliberate. Mohammadi has written a journey and a dream, and they have given us the gift of travelling within it.