Synesthesia — the condition whereby a person looks at something and sees a color or smells something and sees a color. Your senses translate into colors. A neurological, involuntary trait. Something like fireworks. Kandinsky, Nabokov, Liszt had it. They ate chicken with ice cream because the colors matched so prettily. Were they lucky, or cursed?
Chicken With Ice Cream
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This just in – J. also “sees” towns as colors – Tarrytown is pink, etc.
Apparently it’s a big deal for some people. I never gave it much thought until Jasper started reporting it. He identifies letters and numbers with colors. For me it’s months and days of the week and, I recently realized, musical notes too. There are online tests you can take to find out if you are synesthetic. I suspect that most people who have it never realize that there is anything unusual about it.
Wow, I don’t. Didn’t know you did. What a facility that is.
Do you have it? I do, and so does Jasper. It runs in families.