When I was little, I used to have the TV on in one room, and then go and play in the other. I’d spend that time watching the colors of the music or the noise as I made my dinosaurs kill each other.
My mother would turn off the TV, and I’d rush into the other room insisting that I was watching it. My mom would ask me what was happening in the movie, and I would repeat everything in the entire last scene.
Needless to say, she always knew I was watching my show whether or not I was looking at it. (Neither one of us knew I was a Synesthete at the time.)
--Note: Updates Sporadically since my main focus is on my other Webcomic. However, I will add Synnie experiences as I recall them and experience them.--
This originally began as a blog in 2014 and I realized said blog had so many posts (many that I didn't make) that a lot of the artwork and stories I shared disappeared into it all. So, I'm going to post them here; consider it a slice of a strange life. These are taken from my experiences as a Synner myself. For anybody who was following my previous blog on Tumblr: Salutations!
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