Through the act of speaking vividly, we enter into a flirtation with the domain of the imagination.
The ability to associate sounds, or the small mouth noises of language, with meaningful internal images, is a synesthetic activity.

sam-gladwish

The Words of Terence McKenna

I was a star in the sky
I became a gleam in my father’s eye
I was born out from my mother’s womb
And came into a world filled with doom
Maybe I won’t see my name in a VHS soon
I won’t ever meet Terence Malick
But I know I’ll die like Jack Kerouac