Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I wish i could remember that third thing

A man sat down next to me on the train today and the smell of cabbage, this little gold perfume vial that belonged to my grandmother or my sister or somebody, and another thing I can't remember, overwhelmed me. I didn't understand how the odor could bring to mind all things that I like and still be so unpleasant.

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