Dreams of Rage First Week, First Day
Sep 01

After peeling, smashing and chopping 10 heads of garlic, everything smells like garlic. I scrubbed in the shower, and now my arms smell like Tahitian Passionfruit and garlic. My closet smells like garlic. My flip flops smell like garlic. The cat smells like garlic.

The smell isn’t unpleasant. In fact, it is making me hungry for bruschetta or Ajo Blanco. The problem is that my house doesn’t usually smell this way. I don’t usually smell this way. I don’t recognize myself or my house.

 

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