So I don't think I have synesthesia, fascinated as I am by the concept.
But I DO think I have some sort of text-only form of it
by way of what I can only describe as compulsive metaphor-izing,
an affliction from which I have been suffering
for what I can only describe as my entire life.
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So all I can say is
if THIS SONG were to be an experience
I think it would be a head massage at the Aveda beauty school.
Sure, it feels a little cheap and
it kind of smells too much like trees but
it's just so SOOTHING.
So I bless the earnest world-music trend of eighties pop for taking us there.
The song: Toto, "Africa"; 1982
Here's to the smell of sapmoss!
(whatever THAT is)
Yrs,
AW
