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Yooo, hopping on the synesthesia train! Saw the initial ask on my dash, and scrolled your page out of curiousity. I have the "see sounds" variety, and it is actually INSANE how much your art looks like it!

I only went back through August for now, though I'll totally go further when I'm a bit more awake.

Falling Colors, Ignition, and Night Light are the ones closest to what I see (it's situational, a loud crowd shows differently than an orchestra, y'know?), and I think they're so cool! I'm definitely going to be using them as visuals to explain it to other people!

Oh wow! Thank you for sharing!!!

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TRON: LEGACY (2010) dir. Joseph Kosinski

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All Crying.

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Red Sun, Red Run

Are you game? Voice asked. Continuously pushing me to play. It is fun you got to admit. Put it this way there are more people writing this as moments pass.Who am I now? Don't know. Just a friction of day that happen years ago, on which I was speaking to a certain person and played a role. Role in which I speak and remember. Tomorrow I would speak to another person and so on. Each person is a friction of a memory. Memory that became persona. For each memory you get another persona.

So? Who am I now?

A patient that is speaking to a doctor? That's what I think. As far as I can see I feel lifeless, drained, empty. Music keeps me going. Not any kind of music. It mush be beats and kicks. Caffeine and cigarettes. The things you get in a hospital.

I wonder why Keith killed himself. Was he feeling somewhat lost? Or he did it for the cause? It's been years since he's gone. Remember? 2019? With Keith gone, what's left of them. Just skin and bones.

Now I wonder if Keith knew what's coming in an Afterlife. Maybe he lives. In a another dimension. Just not this one. Anyway, Keith is well remembered and it's time to move to some other topic.

My job here is to be a witness so you can do the dirty work. I write. You read. I read. You write. Who is who here.

We need you back in the game.

There was so many of them. Games.

Wonder how Igor is doing. Locked away. Now that he did something terrible. Something you….

You with me Igor? Can we hear each other? There is more in this life then plain texts, phone calls and eye to eye conversations. When the red sun shows, I get that call from you where you invite me in a picture of what you call nostalgia. I need a spliff, walk in a nature where red sun shows. All red. Order. Green cheating. Orange enjoyment. Purple pain. Black power. Yellow sound.

I like black and I like red.

Oh, a walk. Yeah.

Source: Red Sun, Red Run