Like the delightful Neil Harbisson, I associate color with sound, except it's in my own head. I am a synesthete. I navigate a plane of extraordinary spectrums that is an embarrassment of riches: there are lit, motile, tactile and temperate hues of unending subtlety are all around me.
Like the delightful Neil Harbisson, I associate color with sound, except it's in my own head. I am a synesthete. I navigate a plane of extraordinary spectrums that is an embarrassment of riches: there are lit, motile, tactile and temperate hues of unending subtlety are all around me.
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