August 16, 2010
The Architecture of Scent
We often speak of memory as if it were a visual archive, a gallery of snapshots we pull from a dusty shelf....
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August 15, 2010
The Salt on the Skin
The smell of damp wood always brings me back to the riverbank, to the way the air feels heavy and thick, like...
August 15, 2010
The Breath of Stone
The air at that height tastes like iron and silence. It is a thin, sharp cold that settles deep in the lungs,...