As a child, I saw every day objects as male and female; the ones I remember most clearly were knives and forks. I saw knives as female, forks as male, but someone had told me that a gentleman always walks on a lady’s right hand side and table place setting arrangements bothered me because of this.
I have always seen ordinal squences in a spatial arrangement and, until I read this article in The Observer last weekend, believed this was how everyone saw them.
I associate names with different colours: Lucy, Rosalind, Sarah, Alice are pinks and mauves; Alex, Anne, Chris are sharper, citrus shades. Angela has a custardy spongy density.
All of this has seemed quite normal to me. I have had conversations with people about ‘pink sort of names’ and either they all have had synaesthesia too, or just joined in for fun, but no one ever said to me that they found the idea strange. I assumed everyone heard words as colours or tastes or textures.
So how do the rest of you see the world? What do days of the week, months of the year, spooling decades of a century look like to you in your imagination? What are the pictures, sounds and colours behind the words? Or aren’t there any? Do you hear voices in different shades? Gruff browns, chalky nasal, rotund purple. Or haven’t we been speaking the same language at all?