Red means stop. Stop at this intersection, stop and see the color of my lips, notice these (impossibly uncomfortable yet incredibly beautiful) shoes, look at those flowers and think about how much you love, admire the bright beauty of the fruit before you taste it on your tongue. It's the color of fire, of passion, heat. It's also the color of fingers and faces frozen in the winter chill. Does red contradict itself? Very well, then, it contradicts itself.