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I'm seeing music, everywhere.
Is that weird?
I promise, no substance induced hallucinations. I can't promise I'm not hallucinating, because we never have a total guarantee of the reliability of our perception. My consciousness is contained in an impossibly exclusive perception point.
But nevertheless: I'm seeing music everywhere.
She turns off the tap and the water is a glass plane. A drip from the tap hits the surface, a low note, and rebounds to the octave. The ripple a slow dynamic and fade. A series of drips roll from her elbow in a higher voice, counterpointing the rhythm of the leaking faucet. A cascade of hair invokes the strings. Tiny specks of oxygen release as a limb is lowered beneath the surface, a sudden pizzicato. The candles glow and stutter, brassy shine in her eyes. Symphonic grace.
Sensations blur and blend. Touching is tasting, hearing is seeing, we inhale the scents of memory and tiny little fragrant particles of now- olfactory explosions of moments in time.
Is that weird?
I promise, no substance induced hallucinations. I can't promise I'm not hallucinating, because we never have a total guarantee of the reliability of our perception. My consciousness is contained in an impossibly exclusive perception point.
But nevertheless: I'm seeing music everywhere.
She turns off the tap and the water is a glass plane. A drip from the tap hits the surface, a low note, and rebounds to the octave. The ripple a slow dynamic and fade. A series of drips roll from her elbow in a higher voice, counterpointing the rhythm of the leaking faucet. A cascade of hair invokes the strings. Tiny specks of oxygen release as a limb is lowered beneath the surface, a sudden pizzicato. The candles glow and stutter, brassy shine in her eyes. Symphonic grace.
Sensations blur and blend. Touching is tasting, hearing is seeing, we inhale the scents of memory and tiny little fragrant particles of now- olfactory explosions of moments in time.