What color is fear?
Grey. The kind of weird grey light where all colours fade to wraiths, and nothing is what it seems, and you are paralysed with indecision. The grey of thick fog where you can't see anything, where your very hand disappears if you hold it at an arm's length from your face, the kind of zero-visibility grey where you know nothing and can do nothing, can only stand there paralysed with only the sound of your heartbeat to tell you that you're still alive in the grey silence.
What sound does affection make?
What texture does Autumn have?
An apparently mutually exclusive crisp/damp kind of thing, a kind of sharp brittle beauty.
What shape does a conversation make?
One of those dicombobulated shapeless bulbous doodles you tend to make on message pads while on the phone to somebody...
What fabric is a kitten made of?
Silk or velvet, depending on which one of my two kittens your fingers find first.
What noise is made by curiosity?
opening a book.
What is the smell of knowledge?
Library stacks - books leavened with dust
How do you punctuate life?
Question marks. Lots of 'em. And quite a few ellipses...
What does death taste like?
coppery, like blood in the mouth. Or perhaps too sweet, like an over-ripe fruit starting to rot.
If a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one there to hear it, what kind of tree is it?
A meta-fir. (say that out loud, fast, and see if it becomes obvious...)