I explored textures by seeing and knitting. Now, I’m into garden — scent and leaf color. Plants are my longtime besties. My sensitivity to noise was quirky. I experienced acute pain near fluorescent lights. The vibrations felt like a drill into my temples. And I dreaded my tantrums which could erupt at a moment’s notice. This usually had to do with injustice. I learned to question authority figures immediately. If the work culture was corrupt, I left.

I would add collections too: books, vintage clothes, antiques, elephant figurines. . .

Writing is a chance to describe the details of my world.

Thank you for sharing🌻