Almost synesthetic

Van Gogh's Cafe Terrace at Night

The earlier part of this week was emotionally charged for everyone (whether or not you follow global politics) and the weather did not help either. Fortunately, I have been preoccupied with mundane, almost-mechanical tasks this week and I'm glad. Midweek up until today, the weather was absolutely beautiful. I had to take frequent short walks outside (otherwise, sitting for prolonged periods would cause my joints to creak) so that I could let my senses feast on everything. They say that reds, oranges, and yellows are stimulating colors (it's fall) which is why most eating establishments incorporate those in their design whether in terms of the logo, decor, or food containers (even condiments).  

I remember last year when I thought I was going through a sort of burn out or withdrawal complex because of a drastic shift in circumstances. I would go to this bench (donated in honor of this dead obstetrician) facing the facade of where I'm currently enrolled in grad school and stared at what was in front of me for as long as I possibly could--I would attempt to shift my entire consciousness through my eyes. It helped. It really did. I still go there. I might go there later; it's a beautiful day. 

Sanity via ocular gluttony. May be gluttony isn't a good word--basking? Ocular basking. Ocular indulgence. Visual indulgence--that sounds less pathological.

Visual indulgence. It's free. Just don't accidentally ogle a human being.

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