I cycle from home to the inner city through fields of scents; and try to name them:
sea salt
warm asphalt
wattle
exhaust
cigarette smoke
urine
just-mown grass
dirt
unnameable
the cosmetics department
deep fried food
air conditioning
industrial adhesive
Darryl Lea candy
commercial cleaning fluid
trees
my mother's perfume
diesel
Sunday, September 5, 2010
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