My life is completely intangible, all the good parts don’t really exist in the same touchable world that I walk around and spend the day living in, but I deeply wish I could some how break through everything that I know as tangible and physically experience everything I think about. Maybe it would be a little like smelling sounds and hearing colors. The word “the” is black and “and” is red and grass sounds like string quartets wrapping separate melodies around each other in prefect unison.