I think vestigially there’s a synæsthete in me, but not like a real one who immediately knows what colour Wednesday is.
What’s your favourite colour? Or, to look at it another way, if you were to be represented by a colour, what would it be?
Myself, I am a sort of dark rusty reddish brown. Plain without being drab, warm without being fiery, simple without being boring. The colour of book-bindings, bloodstains and mahogany furniture – which, now I think about it, makes me sound like a murder in the library.
Well, there are worse places to die – providing, of course, that one does not bleed on the books.
And you? If you abominate the idea of a representative colour, the comment section is also open to discussions of the best places to die. (1,001 Places to Die Before You See?) We speak of birthplaces, why not deathplaces?