
Synaesthesia, that is. Interconnected senses swirling around in a kind of mass symbiosis. Something you hear evokes a colour, a texture... Something you taste conjures sound, mood...
Mostly, though, smell... There's a purity to the idealised flash of memory that smell can stimulate. It's as though an experience
inhaled - as part of the instinctive rhythm of survival - rewires and transports more profoundly than any other sense-memory.
And, of course, for a synaesthete who makes music, smell and sound meshing and colliding... That can be downright mystical. Magical...
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