There is a steady tension in the Amazon — the jungle purrs with a low, uncertain rumble before swelling to a crescendo of flora and fauna in ferocious conversation. It thrives with this pressure, its balance maintained by nature’s own unpredictability. Amazon works in similar ways; coarse, bark-like jute is pacified only by a softness that only cotton can bring. Its yarns are twisted in dyeing, shifting its colors softly as if fluttering shadows were cast upon it from a canopy above.