(rants and observations on outsider culture, music & cinema in The Big Wet)
Friday, March 04, 2005
I remember well from my acidhead days the way sounds had colour and taste equivalents; browsing for interesting reading as per my morning rituals, I have encountered the story of a 27-year-old woman who has this ability in spades (without chewing up little bits of paper, apparently). How fortunate she seems to me! Someone should come up with a designer drug that does nothing but enhance one's experience of synaesthesia -- put me down for a hundred lot.