Synaesthesia

North and South, April 2017

I can’t think about history without my brain placing events onto a complex, zig-zagged (and, frankly, non- sensical) line for decades, centuries and millennia. World War II is below my waist and slightly to my left. Imperial Rome is lower again and much further left, and the Neolithic curves behind my back to the right. The future is above me, and extends rightwards.