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5: Red, rude, a bully.

She was bored, propping her face up on her palms. Her teacher, high-voiced and chirping in fuzzy green flurries, was writing rows of sevens on the board. White chalk. The sevens were glimmering in turquoise, and she smiled.

Sevens were nice, friendly. Seven would never eat nine. Nine was just a baby, like her brother at home.

She was only five. Fives were bullies, nasty. Bright garish red, like B. B was red, but he was not as rude. He forgot things though. Like his keys. Impatient.

She sighed, her head slipping and resting on her wrist. She could feel her pulse on her cheek.
"Seven!" said her teacher, continuing to fill the board. "Say it with me. Seven!"

Later, they got to practice identifying numbers. She had learned before, at home. Kindergarten was not meeting her new knowledge expectations.

Sitting at the table, she strived to make conversation to ease the ache inside her brain. "I like sevens. Aren't they the prettiest color you've ever seen?"

They boy next to her glared at her the way his mother must have glared whenever he lied. "Teacher wrote in black, stupid!" His voice was tannish and hot.

The girl shifted up, sitting up on her heels. "I know that! When you look straight at it, it is black. But when you see it to the sides, not directly," she waved her hands out in her peripheral vision to demonstrate "it is pretty and turquoise. I like that."

"No it isn't," he insisted stubbornly. "You're being stupid."

"You're coo-coo," another girl at the table said. She twirled her hand like the big kids did, like Teacher said never to do. "Coo-coo."

Coo-coo. Coo-coo.

The girl went home that day, her face flushed with the indignation of being called coo-coo and lied to. "Mom, some kids at school said seven isn't turquoise!"

Her mother looked at her. Her voice, green-gray and amused, clouded the air. "Silly girl."

"But they are!" The girl insisted. "Like J. Except seven is a girl, and I can't be sure what J is. J is a stranger."

"No it isn't," her mother said, perplexed.

"It is so! And your voice is kind of like 9, and 9 is a baby. We tried to draw nines today." Her mind wandered as a child's is bound to.

"Don't be silly," her mother said.

The girl started at her, beginning to panic. "Am I coo-coo?"

"No, you are imagining. Like when you thought sharks lived in the toilet."

Imaginary things were not real. This was.

Real real real.

Orange dark-green yellow black. Real.

~~~

8: Dark-blue, weepy, depressed. Self-pitying.

She kept her mouth shut for over two years.

Everyone could draw sevens now, could write out all twenty-six colorful alphabet letters. Now they did words.

She got a perfect score on the spelling test. Her teacher was proud, taking her aside to tell her how well she did. "Did you study at home?"

The safe, familiar periwinkle cloud, the pride, encouraged her. "It looked right," she said shyly. "It looks right when it is right."

The teacher nodded. "I know what you mean. The letters do not make sense if the word is spelled wrong."

"And the colors."

Her teacher looked her in the eyes, confused. "What?"

She shrunk, small and afraid, ducking her head. "Never mind," she said, a small purple whisper.

~~~

Eleven: two ones.
1: Yellow, obnoxious, friends with 2, male, about fourteen.
11: Double trouble.

She went to middle school, signing up for Band. They went to the instrument trial day, and she tried the flute. It was hard to get a sound, but she succeeded after much spitting.

The silvery-blue sound, mystic and far away, grabbed her heart, her eyes, and shook her. The sound coated her eyes, her throat, both bony hands where they rested on the September-cool metal.

"This one," she said to her mother. "The flute. It's beautiful.

She went to Band days later, skinny and nervous. Everyone was fooling around with their instruments, forcing loud gusty sounds into the cramped air. Her head was full of green-brick clarinet squeals, golden-syrup trumpets, a pair of rusty squabbling trombones.

She closed her eyes, watching the show against her eyelids.

Fireworks. Musical fireworks.

~~~

Thirteen: a one and a three.
3: light blue, small, sweet, a young girl.
13: A difficult pairing, hard to get along. First number dominates, yellow with blue lumps.

She hit puberty late, but hit it she did.

The shift in hormones in her young body caused the colors she lived with to grow, to get bolder, stronger. They coated her skin, scaring her, exploding in her mind.

She was alone, sad, curled in a corner in her room sobbing purple sobs.

~~~

Fourteen: a one and a four.
4: Silver, an adult male, in charge of the younger numbers but in reality too busy to watch them.
14: A come-uppance, mostly yellow with silver spangles.

Her brother left a book on the living room floor, carelessly left on the carpet until he could be bothered to return. She picked it up, feeling sorry for it, and turned it over in her hands. The title was spelled out, each letter getting its own color.

The colors did not match hers, and her head ached, but something told her to keep looking. Was it the yellow A, that so matched her own?

She did not sleep that night, instead staying up, reading the book over and over again while crouching on her bed. When morning broke, she leaned back on her heels and shivered. She had found something that agreed with her, that understood her.

She refused to be silent then, instead going to the psychology teacher at school and staring at him from the entrance to his room.

"Can I help you with something," he teased, his voice as olive green as the Z's in his last name.

"Is the letter A yellow?" she asked him. "Or am I crazy like everyone says I am?"

He looked at her. "I think you had better come in." She did, and they spoke, and she left emboldened.

After that, she began to insert her colors back into her family, insisting that they listen.

"Saturdays are brown," she told her father one day on the way to Orchestra practice.

"What are you talking about?"

"They just are."

Her mother eventually grew fed-up with it, and swore. The word began with a midnight-blue F, ended with a sharp magenta K, and shook the girl to her core. "Why are you doing this? Why are you making this up all of a sudden?"

She tossed the book on their bed and stormed to her room, sitting against the door and staring at the pink wall across from her.

~~~

Fifteen: A one and a five. Mostly yellow with red streaks, pure aggression.

It took her parents some months to come around.

Her classmates didn't come around at all. Even a year later, they still made a mockery out of her explanations, her tired attempts to convince them that she was real.

She returned to school for tenth grade just as tired as she had left it. She had left Band, still playing her beautiful silver-blue flute in Orchestra, and moved on to Choir.

There she met a friend, a girl who had a greenish-yellow name and a greenish-yellow voice. Her hair was so red that the girl was afraid she would cancel herself out and disappear forever.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked her friend. She was nervous, five years old again and terrified.

"Of course. Always."

"Your name is just as green as your voice."

The older girl looked at her and smiled. "I have heard about that. Synesthesia?"

The girl nodded, and hugged her, shaking with relief and years of suppressed tears. "Thank you. Thank you."

That night she went to bed, lulled into an easy and content sleep by the green beats of her heart.
As mentioned in my profile, I have synesthesia. This causes me to view my life differently then most people. Any comments would be well appreciated.
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The Green of my Heartbeats by ~Synesthi Suggester Writes: A truly lovely read through the life of someone who has synesthesia, a condition where one perceives things with multiple senses. ( Suggested by Nichrysalis and Featured by BeccaJS )
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eivanly Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2015
Wonderful structure and a beautifully poignant story. Knowledge is empowering! 
My numbers have personalities too. The part you wrote about the colored letters on your brother's book reminded me of a math book I saw that personified numbers. Their descriptions seemed so off to me, especially because like you, numbers past 9 are not one number, but multiple ones. 
I'm so glad to have you as part of Synesthetes-of-DA :) Never stop writing! 
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SonsationalCreations Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2015  Student General Artist
I wish we had gone to the same school. I know exactly how you feel. Only I have an Aunt with it, so my mum recognised what it was when I asked her why 2 was always yellow. I could never handle band though, the colours were too chaotic and I often break down when exposed to so many auditory colours at once; I can't listen to most music in fact, and have to leave loud classrooms. It definitely helps with writing (though my spelling sucks!) and sometimes maths. I suppose it is both blessing and curse. 
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glassheart93 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
omg this blew my mind what an amazing talent of writing you have i absolutely adore it i could honestly imagine the colors and how you felt. thank you for sharing your story with us.
i also read your journal and i wish i had the courage to write one too.

lots of love ........... sana'a :hug:
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013
I'm glad you liked it. This is by far one of my personal favorites.

Give the journal a shot. It might be fun. :)
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glassheart93 Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
i'll try it i think ...
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013
:D
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glassheart93 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
i actually did :D thank you for your support and here is the link if you like to read it :hug: [link]
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2013
I read it! It was lovely! :D
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glassheart93 Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thank you so much i appreciate it.
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hopeburnsblue Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2013  Professional Writer
I know I'm a stranger, but I feel like I found a missing twin. Except that I didn't have a negative experience as far as how people have responded to my own synaesthesia. I'm sorry that you did, but you have made beautiful colors of it anyway.
L(indistinguishable) O(orange) V(indistinguishable) E(light blue)
M(indistinguishable) E(light blue) L(indistinguishable) I(hot pink) S(red) S(red) A(white)
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013
The negative experiences, I believe, have made the acceptance I've now found all the more sweet. :) I'm glad we've found each other.

My in-real-life name is Meghan, so

L (black) O (rust-red) V (violet) E (dark green)
M (silvery-pink) E (dark green) G (silvery-blue) H (dark brown) A (yellow) N (off-white)
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hopeburnsblue Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2013  Professional Writer
That is a very wise thing you have said! I can say the same for my blindness, most days. Meghan will be easy for me to remember, since one of my very best friends is named Megan. I am glad to have met you, too! I accredit ^NicSwaner with this happy coincidence. Also, those color combinations are very interesting! I wish I could pin down the ones I call "indistinguishable," but I assume that's because of my visual impairment. Ah well, they still get the message across!
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lzepplinlove Featured By Owner May 6, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
This is my all time favorite post on Deviant art :3

I have to ask you, was it pretty hard accepting the fact that you're so cool, when you were young? Because it seems that way from your portrayal of your life, or is the writing fictitious?
I had searched a bit and i'll search more about it, but synesthesia according to me is pretty cool. Maybe cuz I like colors too much :3

Oh btw how does the the word mehwish appears? Just outta curiosity :P
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Synesthi Featured By Owner May 12, 2013
I'm glad you like it!

My writing, except the ones that are obviously fictional prose, are all factual. So yes, "The Green of My Heartbeats" is autobiographical. And, to answer your question, I do think my synesthesia is cool. It's a lovely, fantastic part of me. It's also the only way I've ever been, so I can't imagine life without it. However, when I was young it didn't feel "cool". It felt strange, and it caused me issues due to other people's view of who I am. That was hard to come to terms with.

Mehwish is primarily brown and yellow, with a pink layer to the bottom. There are lavender splotches throughout it, and a green streak. Does that help?

:D Thanks for your feedback!
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Lacewinged-Beauty Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013   Writer

This has to be the tenth time I've read this and still, I adore it.

I ended up getting hooked on your explanation of names in the comments, they're fascinating. If you have the time, what colors and personalities do all letters have? Do you see them as you read something like this, in your peripheral vision?

(It truly is a fascinating topic and I do so hope I am not prying too much, :blush:)
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013
You aren't prying too much at all, don't worry.

I do see them as I read thing things online, though the different lighting distorts the colors slightly. I think this is why computers make my migraines worse. But yes, always peripheral vision. My eye doctor is always impressed by how developed my peripheral vision, and I think this is the reason.

I'm thinking of making a description of letters and numbers as a deviation. I think it would be useful to a lot of people who might be interested.

Unfortunately, it isn't as straightforward as it could be. My real-world name, Meghan, isn't equal parts pink, dark-green, steel-blue, dark brown, yellow, and off-white. It's mostly pink and off-white (the bookends) with aspects of the internal letters. So people would still need to ask if they want to know exactly how it looks. But it would be a lot easier to explain that way. I got the idea from your comment, so thank you so much for that! :D
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Lacewinged-Beauty Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2013   Writer
Alright.

That's really interesting, actually. Is it the colors on the computer that affect you so badly?

I think that would be great. I'd love to read it, I actually think a lot of people would.

Oh, I see - it would be similar to painting a wall pink and off-white, then flicking the others colors onto it? Perhaps you could incorporate an explanation of names into the deviation you mentioned!

Oh, no problem - I'm glad I could help in some way :blush:
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
I think it's the colors and the brightness of the screen, actually. Looking at a magenta 'k' on a white-paper background is one thing. Looking at it on a screen so bright it hurts is quite another. I turn the screen brightness down a lot.

Not so much flicking...but you have the right idea. It's more like streaks or splotches, or sometimes even a glow. Names are almost three-dimensional. Its like I take a slab off-white play-do, add irregularly sized lumps or pieces of the middle colors on top of it, and then put the pink layer on the very top. Then smash it, and look at it sideways.

Like...that. Maybe I'll draw my name sometime to give you an idea. I could incorporate it in the deviation.
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Lacewinged-Beauty Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013   Writer

I love the way you explain this, it is so interesting :nod:

I hope I'm not bothering you with my questions :blush:
People often tell me I'm far too curious for my own good, so if I am offending you please let me know.
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
I don't mind at all. I used to be afraid to talk about this stuff, so I appreciate the interest.
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Lacewinged-Beauty Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013   Writer

I can see understand why. I was bullied as a child and I imagine having such a condition would cause a similar effect amongst school-children that my bookish, poor lifestyle did.
This is really interesting though, more people should write about it - it really gives out a new perspective, you know? Things really aren't all black and white.
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013
I was also very bookish. I read all the time. It was a book that taught me that my colors were a legitimate neurological condition.

I think it's hard for some people due to the stigma. A lot of synesthetes get accused of using LSD, and those accusations can be very hurtful. I see more paintings then writing. The paintings are absolutely beautiful.
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pandatama Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This is stunning, and also a great way to inform people about synesthesia! To be quite honest, this is probably one of my favorite pieces of literature on DeviantArt.
I'm sure you get this a lot and must be tired of it already, but could you tell me what you think of the name Ieva?
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012
I'm glad that you liked it!

Ieva is a beautiful name. It's mostly light and dark purple, but it has these yellow and green streaks in it. And it looks like little children playing with their mom (A is five, and I is seven, and v is her best friend, or maybe A's best friend...anyway, E is the mom.)
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pandatama Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much! That was lovely to read (and brought back some memories, too...). And keep up the amazing work!
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AnnaSasha Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I apologize in advance if this ends up being long, haha. (:

Quite a while back, while scrolling trough many DDs, I saw this piece and it immediately caught my attention. It was the tittle and the beginning of this that entrapped me. * v * The rest of the work kept me on the edge of my seat; it's so beautiful. I love the way you explained everything in such details! The concept of synesthesia is stubborn, and decided to plant itself firmly in my mind, haha. :D And so, as I read the last line, I opened up Google and started researching it! I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I ended up closing the window with this truly amazing piece in it, and I had to leave soon after, and so I didn't remember to comment. ; v ;

After that, I kind of forgot about synesthesia, going on about with my life, until one day, in Psychology class, the teacher handed out various assignments for the students to make a presentation of. I ended up getting synesthesia. ;D It's spelled only slightly different in my language, and so I didn't recognize it at first. It kept bugging me until, just now, I decided to sit down and see what it's about. And so I spent around an hour, searching trough DA until I found this! I'm so glad I did. * 3 *

Tl;dr => I absolutely love this! :D There are no words to explain how much. c:

Also, if it's not too much of a bother, I'm curious as to what my name, Ana, looks like to you? * w *
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012
Synesthesia comes up in psychology a lot, doesn't it. If you don't mind me asking, how did your presentation go? And how is synesthesia spelt for you, in curiosity?

I'm glad this was a helpful baseline.

I have a friend named Anna, so your name is a lot like hers, yellow and off-white. It's very, very bright. I kind of have to squint at it.
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AnnaSasha Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It does, yes. (:
I don't mind, but I didn't get the chance to do the presentation yet. It's scheduled next week. So I still have time to prepare haha. :) It's practically the same, like this: sinestezija. But I didn't read it with correct pronunciation when I first read it in English, which is why I didn't connect the dots, heh. :')

It really was, thanks for writing such a nice piece. * v *

Well I hope the name doesn't hurt your eyes, hahaha. 8D

Thanks. (:
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2012
Well, I would love to hear about your presentation when it is done. :)

No, it doesn't hurt my eyes, just makes me blink a lot more then darker names.
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AnnaSasha Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the interest. (: I can tell you that I was surprised that so many people already knew about synesthesia! And they were genuinely interested in the topic. There was a question, and I wasn't sure how to answer it. "But what if the letters are already written in color, how do they see it then?" :/ I hope I'm not a bother, between. Haha :D
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2012
In response to their question (and this might be hard to explain) you can use the line from The Green of my Heartbeats as an example of say, the number seven. "When you look straight at it, it is black. But when you see it to the sides, not directly, it is pretty and turquoise."

What I mean to say is that when I look straight at a word or a letter, like the "Anna" in your username, I see it typed in black. But when I look at the "Sasha" part of your username, in my peripheral vision, I can see that "Anna" is in color. It's in my peripheral vision. So if it was in color, I would see that the colors are wrong in my peripheral vision.

Does that make sense?
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AnnaSasha Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I am so sorry for the late reply! ; A ;

To tell the truth I was thinking about that line! (: You explained it very nicely, don't worry! :D I understand, and I can say it's really just fascinating. * v * Thank you, for the help and that beautiful poem! It really helped with my presentation, of coarse I gave you credit, and I earned a nice A. ;) So really, thanks a whole lot!

I once again apologize for the late reply. ; u ;
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2013
I am also sorry for the late reply! Holidays are so terrible for my responses.

I'm glad that you did so well! Congratulations! I'm glad I could be of help.
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xBehindBlueEyes Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2012  Student General Artist
such beautiful writing. You are very talented. Your story is very well written, and the emotions the girl feels are very well potrayed. I feel the way she feels as im reading. Amazing work :clap:

And if you dont mind, may i ask how you feel about the names Mamoru and Hanae? They are two characters in a story im writing.
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2012
Mamoru is not a very happy word for me, because I don't like 'o' very much when it's surrounded by children (the letter O is depressed), but it's very pretty to look at. It sort of looks like pinkish fire.

Hanae is happier for me, and it a yellowish-brown with some green to it.

I'm glad you liked it. :D
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xBehindBlueEyes Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Student General Artist
Thank you so much. Youre input really means alot to me :D
And i-if its not too much to ask, um could you please tell me how my name makes you feel? I-if you dont want to thats okay. But, if you do, my name is Brenna (:

And of course. Your writing is amazing :D
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2012
Brenna looks like fire with a little bit of green in the center. Which only the very hottest fires do, so that's special.

You have a happy name. "r" and "a" are little children who are very excited, and "e" is their very patient mother, who is playing with them. Their father ("B") is a bit impatient at times, but he balances out their mother perfectly, so they always feel loved. They do have their aunts visiting (the two "n"s), and they are a bit nit-picky, but that's why their mother is taking them to the park to play.

It's a very contented name. :D

Thank you!
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xBehindBlueEyes Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2012  Student General Artist
Thank you so much :heart:
and your welcome :hug:
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012
No problem!
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Darjavine Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh... wow. I'd never even heard of synesthesia until I saw this. Wow. This is a really amazing story, and to me, synesthesia kinda seems like a beautiful way to look at life. If you don't mind, can I ask how you feel about the name Xolena? It's made up from a story I'm writing.
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2012
I'm glad I could introduce you. ^^

Xolena is interesting. There is a mother, a father, and their little boy, who is about five. He's very energetic, and his parents are calm and patient people. They love him very much. However, his very control-freakish aunt is staying with him, and his uncle, who is depressed. Also, his grandfather is visiting, and he's very grumpy. So it's sort of frustrating, but at the same time the little boy knows he's very well loved, and he's happy.

I have mostly good feelings, in other words. Like, things-will-get-better feelings, hopeful feelings.
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Darjavine Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That is so very awesome!
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Karinta Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2012  Student General Artist
Wow...... simply lovely!!! I want to read this over and over. It tells a life story. It's brilliant! Please please write more!!!
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2012
Thank you!
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Karinta Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2012  Student General Artist
You're very welcome!
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Zyfy Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012  Professional Writer
THIS IS AMAZING! YOU ARE A BRILLIANT WRITER!
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012
Thanks!
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HaveTales-WillTell Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012  Professional Writer
I had a synesthetic episode once. It was while under the influence (and confluence) of two recreational drugs, only one of which I knew I was ingesting. The experience itself was overwhelming, and left me shaken to the core; I wasn't in the proper state of mind to appreciate it then, but I still carry the echo of its embers a quarter of a century later.

It was nothing like this. This was in turn heartbreaking and heartwarming, and in a sense I am jealous of you. :+fav:

And if you haven't already read it, please seek out Daniel Tammet's autobiography Born on a Blue Day; I cannot recommend it highly enough.
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Synesthi Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2012
I imagine that if you weren't expecting it, that experience would be incredibly frightening.

I will give it a look. Thanks for the recommendation!
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HaveTales-WillTell Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2012  Professional Writer
Indeed. But every cloud has a silver lining: it scared me off recreational drug use for the rest of my life, and I'm much the healthier for it.

And you're welcome. He's a high-functioning autistic savant, whose synesthesia involves numbers; he holds the European record for having memorized the most digits of pi. There was a documentary about him on BBC/Discovery called Brainman, which may be available online.
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