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whenever i go shopping i fall into synesthesia. either that or my senses become neutered. i feel lost and i can't concentrate and i just wander around, trying to walk at a steady pace. i almost bump into things too. i can't hear very well, and my eyes hurt too, and i feel so many fabrics and pick up so many things that my sense of touch gets dull. my sculpture teacher said you know a sculpture is good if you see it and you want to touch it, a good framework.
i remember going to the new art museum with 'uncultured' taylor, and him touching this big glass ball that was on display, and getting yelled at. or when he pushed me against the wall in one of those small video installation rooms and we started making out, and then this young familoy with a baby carraige came in and he didnt notice and was kissing my neck while i looked over his shoulder at them. then we were hungry so we went to look at the museum cafe, but he said he wanted real food (he said this so loudly that i pretended not to hear) so we walked all the way to the north end and ordered an enormous plate of pasta. that was a good museum trip.
i have a bottle of wine, two hits of chocolate drugs, a pair of psycadelic tights, and all the art i made in high school under my bed.