#sensory

Why has pachinko swept Japan? It can hardly be the excitement of gambling, since the risks and rewards are so small. During the hours spent in front of a pachinko machine, there is an almost total lack of stimulation other than the occasional rush of ball bearings. There is no thought, no movement; you have no control over the flow of balls, apart from holding a little lever which shoots them up to the top of the machine; you sit there enveloped in a cloud of heavy cigarette smoke, semi-dazed by the racket of millions of ball bearings falling through machines around you. Pachinko verges on sensory deprivation. It is the ultimate mental numbing, the final victory of the educational system." - Lost Japan, Eng. vers., 1996 ↗

— Alex Kerr

#education #educational-system #japan #pachinko #sensory-deprivation

One might trouble one's dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of buffed Big Nothing granite. But there was a want in these ladies yet, and it was for the rude life of youth. ↗

— Kevin Barry

#exotic-sensory-experience #flavor #hallucination #odor #perception

Everything was sensory and I never saw the structure in anything. ↗

— Gil Kane

#everything #i #never #saw #sensory

Our brain is mapping the world. Often that map is distorted, but it's a map with constant immediate sensory input. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#constant #distorted #immediate #input #map

My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail. ↗

— Laurell K. Hamilton

#sensory #sensual #style #very #writing

I used to try to run five miles every other day, which I worked up to and I was doing it, but I was subjected to my own thoughts for forty minutes without any sensory input, and I couldn't stand what I thought. ↗

— Peter Steele

#day #doing #every #five #forty

When on the island I sometimes imagined an inverse world, in which concert halls would be turned over to the sounds of rain and the rustling of winds while in the treetops and on the weirs and behind the walls of factories, sonatas and symphonies would ring out; in a world such as this the damp on the plastering of walls would probably form coherent text while the pages of books would be covered with indistinct marks. ↗

— Michal Ajvaz

#age

The way I miss my daughter Esme is to worry about her. It is not a pleasurable longing. It contorts my body and scrambles my brain, makes me stop breathing, clench my jaw and my fists, it makes me frown, and makes me blind and deaf, in fact entirely without sensory perception. ↗

— Olivia Williams

#blind #body #brain #breathing #daughter

You can mark in desire the rising of the tide, as the appetite more and more invades the personality, appealing, as it does, not merely to the sensory side of the self, but to its ideal components as well. ↗

— Samuel Alexander

#appetite #components #desire #does #ideal

The sensory acts are accordingly distinguished by their objects. ↗

— Samuel Alexander

#acts #distinguished #objects #sensory #their