rivercrow

I’ve been paying attention to my synaesthesia lately. I actually found stories of other people’s experiences. I’m glad to see that some of the things that make sense to me make sense to others. Now if I can get a handle on my number problems…

It occurred to me the other day that I recognize “doneness” in tasks by a hum, and recognize literature by the color of the author’s style.

People who have never had birds tend to be dismissive of them. I never get tired of describing what living with birds is like, but I really resent this fixation on bird poop.

Strange how cat and dog people take it for granted that people will understand their fondness for their animals. I’d rather have bird poop than kitty pans.

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