A Synesthete’s Guide to Eating Well
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I notice is that my pillowcase tastes like blueberries. It’s a familiar flavor, one I’ve tasted a thousand times before, just as I’ve tasted the lacquered tang of the walls or the soft, creamy lemon of the lampshade.
I’ve yet to begin my day by physically eating a pillowcase or a lampshade, but my brain is wired in such a world that each and every physical thing in this world has its own unique flavor.
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