In a synaesthetic mind a complex mathematical equation yields not the correct answer, but an array of abstract color fields and physiological sensations on the surface of one's skin.
This is the aesthetics of misinterpretation. Mismanaged misunderstandings creating its own network of meaning. We are holding hands with the memory of post-incarnated ghosts. Secondhand strangers. Reverse lullabies of disrupted silence.
Display before me, once again, the recurring delusion of unfiltered reality. The side by side scenarios of unfired neurons. Theatrical personification of malcontent.
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