Wednesday, August 10, 2011
drunken vig-net
it's strange how the taste of clean fryer grease can transport you back almost 20 years in the matter of an instant, full of beer and smoke, from a south side fast food joint, miles away from the memory, whizzing down the unlit streets of suburbia towards the sound of crickets and sleeping children, i may have gone a thousand miles but i've only taken three steps...
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i'm more susceptible to scent-memories, rather than taste-memories. but they can be powerful...
I love how scents throw me back in time, and thankfully - that time is almost always a pleasant place and memory.
The smell of stale urine on a hot day in a men's toilet always transports me back to my childhood holidays in Camber Sands.
"...i may have gone a thousand miles but i've only taken three steps...
nicely done
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