Light
A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. But the sun never set on the electric light.
He walks in through the snowballs, the sledges and the dances. Walks on to the corner where she sat. Blind as ever, beautiful evermore. She smiles. She knows his presence. And as they waltz through a frenzied crowd she whispers in his ears -
"You know, last night, in one of my dreams, the darkness blinked."
She was expecting.
Shape
They have erased his fingers. He doesn't have a feeling of shape anymore.
Last night, in the carnival, when they were practicing catches by throwing their children at each other, he realized his only child was a blob of jumbled flesh.
Scent
"Places are overlapping our child", she says.
Oftentimes, when she would press her fingers into the child's flesh, she would find chasms. And each of those chasms ran deep into the earth. In through the tectonic plates, soil, water and magma. She felt all of it on her fingers.
And then, her fingers shall reach the darkness.
That darkness has its own scent. It resembles the fragrance of a child, frozen in standstill infancy. She finds herself confronting a disturbing realization. Her child never falls out of infancy. Refrains from change. The child refuses to grow.
And therefore, she deduces that places are overlapping her child. For growth is nothing but an increment of difference between two places that you can cover at once. So, when places shall overlap, the child shall grow no further.
A repressed growth causes infancy to rot from within. Inside out. The cause of all its chasms. The earth. And the scent of darkness.
"This room's become unbearable", she says "our child exhales stale air."
Sound
The music plays loud. People don't hear gunshots in the carnival.
His child doesn't hear the same in their silent room.
Taste
The taste of his smile was indigo. She had felt it before.
She had invented sarcasm that night while they were having dinner. And he had smiled. And that smile had cut through her sarcasm. It ran across his lips. It ran across the streets. It ran across the jubilant people dancing on the streets. Foolish and ignorant people.
Ignorance shall cost them their colors. A grey world.
The taste of his smile was indigo. And it had disappeared one day. Like he did.
She thought he was hiding inside their child. It wouldn't be difficult for him. She had given him more darkness than a world could contain.
But she always felt that he won't be able to hide for too long. All he had to do was smile. For the taste of his smile was indigo.
[to be continued...]
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Comments: 19
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My favorite line:""You know, last night, in one of my dreams, the darkness blinked."
Bravo Clown! You're a genius. Congratulations on the feature! :))
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My daughter was diagnosed with this at 8. It is like living in a different world when someone in your household can hear the snow screaming on the roof in the blaze of the sun.
I've been studying about Synesthesia for quite a few years now and have interacted with quite a few synesthetic people. One of them described it as a gift you cannot choose not to have. I think I'll remember that phrase for a long, long while.
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I always thought that sh__ was normal. So, let me ask if this is just weird me or the norm: do you experience that extra sense that's a combination of all of them plus some others, that almost palpable below threshold reverberating, kind of like a molecular net between everything that keeps it a whole experience?
This is not a case of Synesthesia. The example above is a simple recreation of the sensory data with the aids of a pre-existing perceptual image. In the case of synesthesia, two sensory data are associated without any pre-existing perceptual image. The logical connectives that were there in the above example are missing. I know a person who has to try avoid a particular woman because meeting the woman causes him an infliction of an acrid smell which he relates to acid. That is synesthesia.
So yes, it is a "whole experience" as any of our other experiences are. However, it is nothing like a vibration you experience when you put your hand on your television set - "below threshold". In fact, it's just the contrary. It is too vivid to ignore. Too illogical to correlate (like seeing a particular letter, say B, in green at all places where it appears).
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