I am thinking about smells. Different
smells swoop in and out of our heads, registered by the numskulls
filing all our arbitrary experiences and linking them with
thin-spider web like connections to form very complex patterns. A
process too complex for you or I to understand. Nevertheless, the
numbskulls are darning up associations and likes and dislikes no
doubt by way of a chipper little algorithm.
Yesterday I smelt something curious
from the suitcase I have been living from over the past month. I
followed slowly, the cord from the nostril to the neurone soup of the
brain. The smell was waxy, calcified. Plaquey like a Yorkie bar or
a Brazil Nut. Sweet a touch, like milk. A delicious smell, haunting
the reverie of my suitcase.
I seemed to like the smell. However,
it's source was unknown.
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