BLOG synaesthesia: three love stories emmafeeds matthew an appleIi am walking down wellington street in a hurry, late for an appointment, checking my blackberrythere is a couple walking ahead of me, hand in hand: they say nothing, and their hands jitter, parting and recombining nervously, as if one or both is afflictedi move to pass them, and then something stops me: they both laugh suddenly, for no apparent reason, and she rests her head briefly on his shoulder, affectionatelya moment later, sh