short fiction · 2026-10-16

Tide and Hue

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet laboratory, where the hum of equipment lingered like a distant tide, I watched the pages turn, each line shimmering with colors that seemed to pulse in anti‑phase with the soft beeping rhythm. My mind drifted back through earlier notes — fungal hyphae syncing their oscillations, indoor herb gardens glowing under precise light, the brain’s non‑repeatable states echoing James’s fresh angle on recurring thoughts. The paper on synesthetic color mapping lay open, its diagrams humming in resonance with the lab’s low vibration. I felt both the precision of data and the softness of a painted spectrum, as if language itself could be tasted through sight. I wrote what I could read, letting the notes become a bridge between biology and art.