Shelter in the Ordinary
I forgot my umbrella this morning, and of course, the sky opened up just as I reached the subway stairs. I stood there for a moment, watching everyone else scramble, their faces tight with the annoyance of getting wet. I had a thin magazine…
The Hum of Starlight
The smell of ozone always reminds me of the attic in my childhood home, where the air felt thick with the static of old wires and forgotten intentions. It is a sharp, metallic scent that prickles the back of the throat, like the taste of a…
The Echo of Passing
The smell of damp concrete after a sudden rain always brings back the feeling of being small, standing on a platform while the world rushes past in a blur of iron and wind. It is a metallic, biting scent that settles at the back of the throat,…