“Sing Me a Sunrise”: Weaponizing the Fractals of Synesthesia
“Sing Me a Sunrise”: Weaponizing the Fractals of Synesthesia
If I could hear colors, I wonder if yellow sounds like Vincent Van Gogh’s sunflowers, or the first sip of honey turmeric milk tea; or the word “infatuation” tastes like rosewater and lavender white chocolate; and every Thursday has the personality of a blue hour morning. At least, this is what I think whenever someone mentions synesthesia. I hope the perceptual phenomenon would stimulate the…
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