I don't know what I'm trying to say here, because my eyes hurt, and my mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of bird song even though it's dark outside.
Sleep beckons.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
Wednesday 21 November 2012
Composite Sensations
There are some sensations, when, paired together, can recreate a sense of time and place with vivid realism. For example, if someone were to, somehow, make my eyes hurt with the sting of hours spent looking at a screen in a dark room, and make my mouth dry, and play me the sound of bird song, all at once, I would suddenly feel as though I was working on an essay the night before the deadline. My stress levels would increase dramatically, I'm sure.
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