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Somewhere along the line I lost my olfactory sense. Not completely,
but pretty much. The doctors don't know why, only that it sometimes
happens after an illness, or accident, and can return spontaneously, or
never. I don't think about it much, unless I have a moment.
From time to time I smell stuff. This
usually occurs out of doors, on warm, humid days. The smell of moist
earth, or flowers, or rotting vegetation will trigger an immediate
nostalgic moment. It's so powerfully pleasant, that I'm almost
paralyzed at the spot, and don't want to leave.
Sometimes, looking at a
picture will trigger a brainal smell that's real. That happened this
morning, while I was doing the Kodak moment post below. The picture of the steam locomotives.
When we were little, my sister and me were bundled off in the summer to visit the
grandparents in Indiana. Mother would take us to Chicago's Grand
Central Station, and walk us down into the cellar,
where
the tracks and trains were. The dank smell of steel and oil
infused steam, hissing from hoses that were attached to each car, are
uniquely train station, and I experienced them again., along with the
associated memories. Took me on a whole mind
adventure. MoSup can
smell a mosquito fart, and that acuteness has its own drawbacks, as you
may imagine. Still, I wish I could, too. Without sticking
my nose right into stuff.
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