Years are ovals, longer on the horizontal, with summer above, winter below, spring on the left and autumn on the right.
The interesting thing is, that depending on the time of year, my point of view changes. In Spring, I am looking in at the months from the center of the oval. In July and September, the same, but during August I sometimes look at it from just outside the year, as if I’m standing just north/upwards of it. I change perspective throughout Autumn, but I am closer to the edge of the oval during Autumn, and then pull away and see Winter from a greater distance.
Numbers, of course, are aligned, much like the historical timeline, along a series of line segments that connect at right angles. Mostly right angles. From certain perspectives, they seem to curve. It goes like this, in a sort of mathematical connect-the-dots. 1 - 10 - 20 - 100 - 1 000 - 100 000 - 1 000 000 - 1 000 000 000, and after that it’s a blur. I don’t really think in the billions much.
Timelines are trickier, and much like years, change perspective depending on what particular time period I’m focused on.
Words and sounds have a texture and a personality, and a hint of color, though these are vague impressions rather than strict connections. I can tell you that G, but only as in game or goo, is probably dark blue, with a royal air. A is red. E is yellow. I is probably white, but O and U, while dark, are uncertain, depending on how they are pronounced. Shades vary according to specific usage. K is aggressive, barbariac, yet sometimes noble in its own way. (We do not really use K in our alphabet, btw, in Portugal). Some M’s fill your mouth like thick syrup, Amy as a name certainly does, though the Y thins it out towards the end, being such an elegant, literate, yet somewhat puny letter. And 7s? 7s are twisted bastards.
I need help.
