Back in early July, we discovered something fascinating about Jacob. His mind’s eye is in black and white. Not grayscale. 3D. Black and white. So are his dreams. If he concentrates really hard he can add colors to the pictures, but it takes effort and the colors evaporate if he loses concentration.
I can’t find any good sciency internet information on this topic. Pretty sure Reddit isn’t peer-reviewed. I’ve been meaning to text my neuroscientist cousin, but instead I randomly ask people what they see in their mind’s eye. Turns out I get a variety of answers that aren’t 3D in color.
Interestingly enough, Jacob attributes this quirk to why he’s got a knack for color and likes art and design. He thinks he has to analyze it more because it doesn’t stick in his brain. And it’s true. He’s not color blind. He was always the child noticing inconsistent spacing between letters and words in children’s books. He sees the undertones when I ask for his advice choosing paint. He recognizes the nuances between eight shades of off white grout.
A couple of days ago I manifested some free persimmons on the side of the road. I pull up and Nate dutifully jumps out to get them. I tell him, “Get me the ones that are a deep, rich orange.”
“What’s a deep, rich orange?” he asks as he holds up an anemic choice.
“Nate. This is why I don’t ask for your help choosing grout.”
“What’s grout?”