First off. I have discovered this.
Strange, is it not? I feel it needs at least a name. Perhaps a classification is more apt.
Nextly. Yes, it's a word. Get over it. There will be, and have been, many strange words--so brace yourselves. I have discovered the 'oh god' of Terry Pratchett, aka the god of hangovers. Goodness, today was a long day. But I bought some lovely shoes and found out that massive Nike Store o Oxford Street has some awesome synesthesic vibes. I really enjoyed it, but it made me disoriented to the point that I just wanted to sleep. A bit like Dorothy in the Poppy Field, only not because that feels more like the dark blue gatorade illuminated by florescent lights than the way Nike felt. Mmmm yum. Something about how astroturf, lines of fit mannequins lined up next to soccer balls and glass walling off two floors of shoes fit together makes me feel very comfortable and sleepy. I would nap there, eat at Wagamama's for breakfast and then spend the afternoon haunting people in the British Museum. THAT would be a good day.
More on the Museum fetish later. Or about how I want, very badly, to haunt one after I die.
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