I have Synesthesia, as I believe I have mentioned before. It is not very pronounced and is more or less restricted to days of the week which I see in colour and shape. My Tuesday, for instance, is a half-moon shape with see-through curves in a watery blue-grey.
When I told my doctor that the sight of a starfish tastes like copper she sat across from me in silence, waiting for the punchline.
“I’m dead serious.” I laughed. “It tastes like a penny in my mouth.”
For as long as I can remember I have experienced an overlapping of senses of some sort. Sometimes sight is combined with…