I am not a particularly visual person.
It’s not that nothing visual moves me, not at all; it’s just that I am more likely to slow down to take in sound or text than I am an image.
Still, there are some images that I find positively disturbing, and I don’t know why. There’s nothing particularly scary or nausea-inducing or horrifying about these images, but they set off a shuddering in me that continues long after I’ve turned away.
The image of the Korean office towers, for one—you know, the design which evokes the planes crashing into the Twin Towers?
Can’t handle it; won’t even post the image here, because I don’t ever want to see it again.
Again, this isn’t a moral complaint about the design, but a straight-up shiver over that image of the—I assume, apartments—exploding out of the towers. (I don’t even like describing it, it makes me so uneasy.)
It’s worse than fingernails on a chalkboard or squeaking styrofoam, but it’s akin that kind of involuntary wince. There’s something about images like this, this kind of unnatural bunching or tumoring out or frantic growth or whatever it is, that has long sent me squirming. It could be inanimate objects or biological ones, involving blocky or spiky or rounded growths (okay, I can’t say anything more about this without wanting to peel my skin off), and it’s not every kind of bunching: grapes, for example, are just fine.
Like I said, I don’t know what it is, but the. . . uncanniness of it freaks me out.
*Shiver*
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