This is one of the pieces that instantly made me want Jerome Dickens’ Wasted Talent. Thank you Nina.
I share a scene down below
So I can’t smell. Sinus infection. But I noticed something. If I was inhaling thru my nose whatever I was inhaling for a certain period of time that smell would be trapped in my nose. Ad I could smell even while no longer around it (I can’t do this anymore.) I first noticed this with a woman I was seeing or dating or hanging or whatever it is we were doin in 08. Where it actually matters is with beast. Cuz when I read this piece and he speaks of loneliness and the smell of her. The memory of leaving her and the only thing I had (besides the phone) was her smell trapped in my nose. It’s not to say that that’s the only thing that came to mind. This piece evokes a barrage of strong emotions and memories. This is just the one I chose to share
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