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10.15.2003 | link |


driving through the airport last night, i rolled down my window hoping for cool night air. instead, i was met with an unexpected gust of airport-smell. that thick, lovely brew of car exhaust, cigarette smoke, and sweat. an oddly delicious smell i didn't even know i knew until it rushed in the car and grabbed me by the tear ducts.

i didn't cry. but i wanted to.

damn manipulative sense of smell. it's got me thinking of going places when i have so much i need to do here first.

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"i pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in naples, and there besides me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that i fled from."

- ralph waldo emerson

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