day 75 of 365 ; 16.03.26
a kafkaesque smell
smell is a powerful force
it hints, it influences, it subjugates, it controls
smell is everywhere and evasive; its master so fleeting and so subjective it becomes an unsolvable crime
today i faced the trial
an awful stench i couldn’t put my nose on
a descent into gaslighting and madness
an uncontrollable ironic hour of sniffing and snuffing - a twisted tango of wanting to identify the smell and avoiding it
even after leaving the crime scene, the smell followed my consciousness back home
it got me sniffing my own hair, my shirt, my pants
do i have a dead insect in my hair?
it got me clearing my nose of any debris
is there the nastiest booger ever smelt?
at the end of the day
i never found the culprit
perhaps the smell was only ever in my head






