Discourse on RhythmOne thing I've been thinking about quite a lot lately is art.
Well, that's not quite right. I always have some corner in my mind devoted to thinking about art. Lately, though, a lot of seemingly-unrelated circumstances have made me pause and devote time to this idea, when I really should be too busy to ponder this sort of thing.
Something that I've always found extremely cool is the condition synesthesia. I was talking to a friend today who has synesthesia, and it made me wonder. And when I wonder, I start to string together thoughts that I've been having for a long time into a single, unified idea.
And that's the nature of those thoughts, really. Weaving together all forms of art into a single, unified whole. I've been thinking about that idea a lot recently. With synesthesia, there is an interrelationship of the senses. Depending on what kind of synesthesia is in question, it could be auditory and visual, or even visual and sensory (in the sense of touch). In the case of my friend, i
A Faustian Don Juan“You know, it’s quite unfortunate, really,” the nobleman said, carefully examining the face in the mirror before him. He looked rather young, perhaps in his late twenties. His fair hair tumbled down to his shoulders, partially obscuring his face. He was dressed rather ostentatiously, wearing a flamboyantly cut shirt and trousers. His whole outfit was dyed various shades of red.
His companion glanced at him briefly before returning to his book. “What is?”
“Well, the whole situation. It’s really too bad that someone like myself should be condemned to eternal damnation. It’s quite a loss for Heaven, if you think about it,” the youth said, now focusing on his hair. Was it graying at all? No, of course not, it couldn’t be. He was imagining things, that was all. He smiled winsomely at his reflection, to see if his teeth were in good condition. Of course they were. How could they not be?
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