Sense Of It #001

Touch - Dark Matter by Andrew Bird: The agonising brush of a soft hand moving over a second-degree burn, fading out into a kind of pleasure never felt except immediately after pain.

Taste - Atom Bomb by Fluke: Salt and lemon and the slightly bitter taste of metal.

Scent - Swim Until You Can't See Land by Frightened Rabbit: Sea salt and petrol are dismissed by the nose as commonplace and unimportant, focusing the mind upon hints of lavender and rosemary. Melting plastic is barely detectable.

Sight - I Can Walk In Your Mind by The Servant: That one girl from the last weeks of your last year of university is standing in front of you, staring deep into you and looking perplexed. She unfolds backwards into a slide show dissecting your personality faults - but the windows burst inwards and the glass turns to snow.