Recently, I came across a peculiar term in psychology called synaesthesia. Mostly it is defined as a neurological or psychological phenomenon whereby a particular sensory stimuls triggers a second kind of sensation. Interesting? The fact that such an idea could be named didn’t just blow my mind but also got me curious.

Reading along, there wss an undefined thought (a claim still under study) in synaesthesia that whenever you eat something, (and you liked it), the taste lingers in your head. And it might stay there for as long as you’ll cherish the thought of eating that food/thing again. Such that in future instances, the smell of such foods brings about the particular flavours in your head.  

Isn’t this how we remember how certain fruits tasted better when we were young? Or when you see soap, nails or steel, would feel their tastes in your mouth? Perhaps also, by extension, could it also explain why when you saw commercial ads you’d get a craving for the displayed items? For example when you’d a spot a ad on fries you spontaneously start feeling hungry.

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Maan! 🤣

I manage to cook sometimes. Though you may not find it easy to eat my food (whatever I cook), especially if you happen to watch their preparation. Because I jumble up recipes. But mine is a better trial. Moreso since Budalangi, Chaos in the Kitchen shade light on the fact that I love to eat nice food. 🤗 Before, even man must’ve had a very lousy diet without the help of fire. Has someone got a different vote?

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He sat there. Listening. Thinking.

The crowd swayed with the speaker’s words. They nodded, some clapped and a few attempted overly jubilated exaltations. While some alike him, just sat — self-absorbed — uninvolved or slept. What was with these matatu sermons?

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Ennui: Of Fantasies and Fallacies

Guitar Strings, kuoobiediaries

You want to wonder why you got here. you want to toy around around with the fact that you wanted this life. You claim it came to you because of where you had been and whom you were with. Continue reading “Ennui: Of Fantasies and Fallacies”