I can’t say, but I really don’t like Kandinsky all that much.

He had synesthesia, you know. Like, he heard colors and saw sounds and all that. He’s was all spiritual and everything.

That’s not a not a real thing.

What?

Synesthesia. It’s some made-up surrealist crap.

No way! It’s a neurological condition. Certain people have the wires crossed in their brain and their sensory perception is all messed up.

Ellen, it’s like female hysteria or something. It’s not an actual disease.

I don’t believe you.

Look it up.

Fine.

Good, you’ll see what I mean.

Ok, I’ll look it up.

Ok.

So what about Sunday?

Oh, I forgot to look. I think I have to work.

Ok. Well just let me know. Ok?

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Ajrwe ois iwe weriio werkiac tomorrow eirla wei weorya.

Umm whirl munch arewruw wikkkiiiii!

Mrrr.

Ok.

Annnnnnd meow werhwer is etlp.

And then we fell. When I awoke I was alone.