My Life in
Colors
Sense Cadman, 2020
Everything in my life has a color. From phone numbers, to names, to memories and letters of the alphabet. Everything is stored in a color-coded file cabinet in my brain. In this file cabinet, there is paper filled with patterns and loops that would look like gibberish to everyone else, but makes perfect sense to me. Sometimes I think this file cabinet is the only form of organization I have. It keeps me sane and helps aid my memory, like when a nearly forgotten person of my past approaches me, and all I can think is, “Green, green, green, she is green.” I can somehow remember, “Ah! her name is Morgan.”
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The file cabinet is not the only thing that inhabits my brain. There is also what I can only describe as a nuclear power plant that emits colorful steam. This power station allows me to not only listen to music but also to see it like clouds and explosions around me. Describing this aspect of my life to other people can be quite challenging. This is partly because it is hard for me to articulate how I see sounds, and how algebra concepts do dips and spins in my brain, without sounding completely mad but also because I thought everyone else saw the world as I did.
