kraftiekortie wrote:
I used to want to be like him. I wanted to win literary prizes like he did. And be as smart as he was.
I didn't care that he was "socially awkward." I didn't give two craps about that.
Here's my Isabellan synesthesia:
What I think of re: James Joyce, is that my Modern Brit Lit class was at night and I had to walk home in the pitch dark.
The room smelled like lemons and my chair squeaked.
I was in that classroom on the night of the Montréal massacre, which really messed me up.
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