I'm also a synaesthetic blacklight painter-turned-fiction-writer-turned-pizza-prince-of-the-degenerate-Burnside-lowlives exiled to a bunker full of Tiffany lamps, star projectors, and titanium quartz. Turkish chandeliers en route.
This is totally dumb. There's no other way to write this without it sounding like a resume to Burger King or the ad for a personal going-out-of-business sale so uhhhhhh fuck it, can we just doodle monsters with Mr. Sketch markers, watch sparklers through kaleidoscope glasses, meticulously compare and contrast the aesthetic properties of malachite, azurite, and chrysocolla, dig underlined passages out of books, and generally just clown it down (but preferably not til we're dead in the ground)?
And since this is a running theme:
Atlanta > Charleston > Baltimore > Here