Synaesthesia.

April 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

Hot sun, listening to Kate Bush, The Red Shoes (sat on a bench in Madrid, waiting).

The smell of Starbucks (wandering Boston, late at night).

Headmaster ritual (talking about love with a man intent on hating me).

The smell of trees as I whizz by on my bike (last summer, feeling the best I ever have).

Lots of reminders today, but trying not to filter out the good things.

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