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I don’t see a pretty pattern of colours on the page when I integrate things, though I kind of wish I did now. I only see the colours in my mind, and most of the time I don’t pay them much attention. They’re always there, but because they’re always there, they’re normal to me so I can ignore them the same way I can ignore the feel of the chair on my butt (argh, why did I have to come up with that example?) So it’s not really distracting. And it can help me to remember things. Maybe it’s why I’ve always been good at spelling; if words are misspelt then they’re the wrong colour. I also see shapes and colours in music and other sounds, but it’s weaker and I’m not so sure that this is consistent and automatic or if I just make it up when I go along.
When I was a kid, my family had a old green Citroen which they called an ‘old bomb’, and I used to think it would be such a great joke to call it the H-bomb, because it was the same colour as the letter H. I always stopped short of saying it, because I couldn’t figure out why H was that colour. I had always assumed hydrogen was green, but I couldn’t remember where I’d learnt that. At one point I got so frustrated about not being able to tell my joke that I asked my dad whether hydrogen was green, and he said it wasn’t. I still have trouble picturing hydrogen as being any other colour (or indeed, being colourless), it just seems wrong. And now I know that nobody would have understood my joke, and nobody ever will, which makes me sad because it was so funny. Please laugh at my poor, nonsensical joke; it’s been wanting to get out for so long.
LaDeDa: be careful about giving personalities to playing cards, they might come to life.